Friday, June 11, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
dylan, your driving me mad
this feeling in my chest.
overwelms my thourghts.
toss and turns.
insomniac.
my head, cannot see why.
why this feeling in my chest.
insomniac.
overwelms my thourghts.
toss and turns.
insomniac.
my head, cannot see why.
why this feeling in my chest.
insomniac.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
the poster boys dream, sends his heart out on his sleeve
i want xanax and to fight the sleep
sleep is for the poor
the poor hearted young boy
with out you i cannot sleep
every night the sun clocks over the moon
and i constently cant get over you
i crave you but the nicotene helps me sleep
sleep is for the poor
the poor hearted young boy
with out you i cannot sleep
every night the sun clocks over the moon
and i constently cant get over you
i crave you but the nicotene helps me sleep
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Fuck you.
My love, my lover, on my own.
Turn around, I can't speak, I can't make a sound.
I had my heart written out in stone,
Giving you my all, but all i got back in return was the grave stone.
I was blinded, your perfection connected my connection,
Your mishaps in mis-shaped perceptions.
Sliced right down the chest, and torn open, to eat the carcus alive.
Not making any zZ for a couple of nights.
You know I dream, I dream about you.
A wasted million thoughts, all tied up in a bow.
All pretty for the eyes to see but really
Ima' broken mirror, shattered and broken.
But your the splinter, i could not see, just feel.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
take a look at me, i love you
your the new beginning of spring,
your the warmth summer,
your the feeling of autum,
your the reason to stay close in winter,
and i don't think i've ever loved you more.
but i'm a lonely person, in a colossal world
a lone wolf, in a flock of birds.
and can only feel the motion of black, when your not around.
All i can see is perfection and my life flashes right behind my eyes.
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