

Just A Thought...With a smile like that you could bring us to your knees. its such a shame its miss used to fill the empty eyes that need a reason to keep faith. your lying to us again painting a blindfold across our eyes. isnt it time you woke up now and brushed the cobwebs away..open your eyes and watch this world crumble before your feet. im not gonna take this on alone. this apocolypse is ours.Just A Thought...
make this ur last mistake and final regret to tell your children in years to come, how for the rest of your life youve become naive and mislead into things that hurt the ones you love most. tell them what youve becom


Deadly FairyTales.all the heros inside my story, are the enimes in disguise all the innocent little children, hold dirt behind their eyes the ending isnt happy and the story line isnt fixed is a perfect fucked up memory, with a personl saftey kit to read to each of your siblings, creating images inside their heads so each second they grow older, tightens up the thread which seperates the sane from every other being all of them hold memories, that are eating at the seams of the hidden bits inside, that retreated underneath their skin that one day spontaniously with curroupt, everything within causing pDeadly FairyTales.


Faith.Kill me now with a thousand deaths Save my lungs from this final breathFaith.
Strip my veins and prolong this death Its over now There’s nothing left.
A mind made up with a thought so clear Coming to an end now there’s nothing to fear With one last sob falls a blood-soaked tear Its over now My time is limited here.
My last source of faith
Is now punishing me.
My last source of faith
Is the reason I bleed.
Alone in my head Another empty room Return me back To the peaceful womb Where troubles were unknown An


Goodbye.Reach into the air and steal the eyes That sees these clouds that hide the sky No sleep tonight its time to fly I hold my breath but remain alive.Goodbye.
I hold my faith in between my eyes Fuck my heart it schemes and lies My veins fill up and begin to rise Wait for me on the other side.
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Guilt is worse than hurt, those who are hurt and cry them self to sleep still sleep where those who hurt others and die from guilt, can't sleep in it
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Catastrophe, impure and unclean.
Painful honesty of what is humanity.
Weak and exposed, don't cover the lens.
Vile perfection but broken at ends.
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...cut the stripe...
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