Hell DreamGood Night Loves. Dream away, Dream away well. And in the morning, don't forget your mistakes, and don't forget who you love. But you dream your heart out, and you dream your heart out well, for that is the only way you're escaping this hell.Hell Dream
Insanity...So I'm pleading insanity, and quite frankly I thought it'd be a hell of a lot more fun than this.Insanity...
My heads been hurting over these past few weeks.. maybe for the simple reason of I'm being confused. These pills aren't helping, despite the increase of the miligrams. So, I'm feeling sick,
and quite frankly I don't like this feeling very much. My body has been torn apart,limb by limb, over these past few months, for the simple reason of, I let it happen. These boys, these friends aren't helping, despite the increase of laughter. So I'm crying out for help,
and quite frankl
Oh you guilty little girlI can't deal with this anymore.. I always promised myself I'd never give up.. I couldn't, you wouldn't let me. So I walked around this town,Oh you guilty little girl
With this constant feeling of guilt. 'Cause my breaking point was entering. And Now, I'm sitting here with tears.. wondering, If I can slip away without you noticing... I doubt it..you always noticed. And I'm trying my hardest to get my life back in order.. Its so hard.. And I know I failed you.. I failed you hard. But I can promise you I tried.. the least I can do. But I'm weak baby, So weak. I'm only
ApporiateI'd like to scream.. I'd like to yell. However I can't. [not apporiate] I'd like to kill. I'd like to see blood.. Dripping from your ever so beautiful face.. However I can't.[far from apporiate] I'm in this ever so horrible place.. I'm confused. I'm lost. And I' m trying so hard to find my place. But I can't. I don't know why, do you know why? I'm hurt, I'm alone. But thats ok, life is only so tone. I'm scared, I'm frightened. And only I can seem to see. I must hide these horrible, horrible things. [If only I could hide from them]Apporiate
What the Body MeansWhat the Body MeansWhat the Body Means
He seems a creature bent to half its height,
the likeness of a burden roughed out in oils
honey-gold and hung between rising and falling
as he makes a seat untaken atop the red along the curb –
his twice-jacketed arms pushing palms against eyes
cast by glare into retreat. In the bite of early sunshine
he seems to doze as proof of what the body means.
I apologize...
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Darling<3
You've got your gun to my heart..
At any moment I could be dead.
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