i wana write but i have no idea wat to write about !!!!


medusaHollowed out like a great tree, Weak and limp, yeah thats me, A shadow of my former self.medusa
3 strikes and I was out, Out of my depth and struggling to breath, 3 moments is all it takes, And the world outside collapses, Into soot and ash, Tugging at me, to and fro, Spiting me out in the end.
Yes thats me, behind the brick wall, Can anybody notice when I cal? Self seclusion hurts everyone .
I waited in my constructed Hell, For a man who would come break
Down the walls.
But he was too busy, Playing at the docks.
LOVE

The lightYou were the light that guided me from my Hell, The light that pulled me up from where I fell. You saved me when I had no courage and you had it all, You picked me up and showed me again how to walk tall. With your neddle and your thread, You fixed my heart, I thought it dead. You held me close and held me tight, Until dawn and the end of devilish night. You whisper to me "I love you", And in my heart I feel it's true. I know with you I've found my place, And I see it in the smile on your face. The end of winter has now come, And with you I see spring's new sun.The light


Wheres the bandage?I've told you how I feel, My heart as transparent as glass, And now away from me you reel, Making me feel like a foolish ass. I told you that I loved you, I thought you felt the same, But you didn't did you? You made love a sadistic game.Wheres the bandage?
Maybe not a game, but you know exactly what I mean... You took my heart and cracked it, Then smashed it like a porcelain figurine.
It's pieces scattered across the floor, There no hope any more.
Where's the bandage?
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"when you wake up, ask yourself only one question. Should i commit suicide, if its no, your lifes worth living"
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no-one will never love my art as much as my cleaner does
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no-one will never love my art as much as my cleaner does
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