10/12/15
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men