Wrists cut, knuckles bloody, he sits down gently just to study, study his mistakes and rectify his life, drain the blood, emotions flood, broken bottle in his hand, so drunk he can't stand.. he realized paths proven in pain.. still his thoughts he can contain ( Read more... )

Blood soaked sheets. Cold and lifeless. His world came crumbling down in one solitary instance. Energy soaked from his ever-waning soul. Motionless, he thinks, complete and utter motionless. All aspects, all insane quadrants of the brain, all striving heartbeats toward the betterment of mankind; shut down. Vengeance fills his eyes, and hatred ( Read more... )

Hes withered and worn. Distraught and desolved by looks, beaten and battered by heart. Things always seem up right before they come crashing down. Worry. Falace. Do these things never go away? Pondering the way of the world, the path of life, the destruction of life; the desolation of a lonely life. Don't doubt him, he still has faith, ( Read more... )

He sits and wonders and reams, of how the time can't be made. Wishing only to dissapear once again, walk away, venture on alone. He feels alone. Blood pours from his veigns, sour taste in his mouth, vomit at his throat. Gasping, groping for air, sweet air of relief, a deep breathe he wishes he wouldn't have left go. Selfishness he figures. ( Read more... )

Someone once told me my life, all of the love in my life, and every chapter in the book of my life would end in poetic justice ( Read more... )

I didn't know things had changed ( Read more... )

I'm slowly losing my grasp ( Read more... )