He bends and he breaks
If he gives they will take away
His passion, his pain, his grace

He exhales
A thousand black flowers explode
Into butterflies as they're away

Rip them out, take them
Burn to coals as they crush him
And leave nothing
That resembles a soul of a man
See him numb, see him crushed
See him numb, see him crushed
Rip them out, take ( Read more... )

I don't want to see
I don't want to hear
I don't want to feel anything
Can't you understand?
Everything I do doesn't stem from you
It doesn't have a fucking thing to do with you
I just want to die
Throw it all away
Never have to feel again the way you make me
Lose my fuckin' mind all the fuckin' time
Can't control the violence that's spewing from ( Read more... )

At first glance, a deep, bewildering abyss of naivete ( Read more... )

Crawled away from me ( Read more... )

For anyone that happens to stumble upon this either by accident, or if you read my journal and just don't leave comments ( Read more... )

You've got me hanging by my throat ( Read more... )

I recently got my hands on a copy of Antonio Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons ( Read more... )

Yet another absolutely hilarious quote, completely original, from the vast expanses of my ingenuity:

"Some people learn the art of language-
They master it.
Learn to bend it to their will.
To dominate it.
Others...
Could just not give a fuck."

=D

Shit... I love myself. Quite frequently, too. Hahaha.

I've been rather ecstatic as of late ( Read more... )

[All right... We'll quit ( Read more... )