

As the Red RunsEars buzzing, sound rippling through my brain; sounds tearing sanity apart. Zipping through my mind. Colours never before seen; shades, hues youd never believe. Skin flaking, splitting at the seams. Blood dried, bursting out; dust from an old book. Why doesnt anyone ever take another look? Innards dried, twitching; nerves left wanting more. More from life, cut short for them; More from the world, stolen from them; More of those that they loved . drip drip.. drip. Drop!As the Red Runs


JambleRAMROD!Jamble
...........Skippers! und darts in my butt......... What's going on with the hair on my toad and how it glows in the moon lit sky of the toilet bowl.......... *growl* JF-kkk.............bandits in the moonlit sun, RUNNING. Oh what fun, what fun! YOOuu say to me?!? "This sky of Grey"?!? and I say to you to "THEE" i say.......... Go eat rotten trash; because my life you need not bash. It is what it be, and that is plain enough for even the fool called YOU to see. So do not spit on my shoe, or lack there of. Let me know how you feel............and... ....


STOPSTOP! Stop world, for your killing your self! Stop! Stop, what your doing, and stop and look. Stop to see! Stop, and hear the screams coming from thee. Stop, and regain you conscious you lost so long ago. Stop! Stop! Stop, and realize, you have everything wrong with you known to man, and only man. For man, is what is wrong with you. Like a plague; some sort of sickness. Some sort of disease that wont ever leave. It builds upon itself. Until it kills itself; and everything around it. We're all dieing! Wanting the unknown! &nbSTOP


As It All CrumblesI sit; Watching, waiting. Memory's of things loved, liked, playing a film across my eyes. Siting, watching, as my world crumbles, falls. Everything known, washed away, like tears. Things I thought, have gone. Time passing, thinking about what to do. Thoughts flying threw, refusing to be heard. Me, thinking about things to come, what has past. How, I could never last. I'm a pathetic human being, one of the worst. Depressed, reason unknown. Wanting the unattainable. HopelesAs It All Crumbles
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...a tottering world in flight, betrothed to the glockenspiel of hell... =tristan tzara dadaism
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A million times a day I try to fail or fail to try.
It's an easy way to live. It's a lifeless way to die.
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A smile says it all
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And you seem to think you were so frail before
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