I am curious....
What do you see?
In me?...

Staring silently in the reflection,
I think....

"Here I am....
...
A tortured Vixen..."

and the silence goes on...
....
and on...
....
and on...

Allthough I appear to not be around...
I am!
I sit here quietly... watching...
observing...
Feeling serenity in my silence...
But I AM here...

Banging... Banging... Banging
Pulsating... Pulsating... Pulsating
Pounding... Pounding... Pounding
Wish it was sex I was writing about...
These screams are getting worse...
These cries becoming unbearable...
I have no antidote for this disease...
This horrible lonely disease...
My screams, so silent...
So Loud...

Concrete placed upon my chest ( Read more... )

I've lost myself somewhere in this thing called life ( Read more... )

Here you are walking through the door
Fuc*ed up from the serpant....

Repeat... repeat... repeat
I feel as if I am on rewind, replay,
Rewind, replay
Rewind, replay
Rewind, replay
replay,... replay... replay... replay

Wish the VCR would eat the damn tape!

You stab me with your egotistic ways. When your thoughts are visceral, you entomb them. Why dear obsession, WHY? Why the concealed secrets? Bullets going off in my brain..... wanting to see where they are going but blinded by the target.

We're not depraved, we're unique.
Now bend over baby, I wanna show you something.....

ohhhhh yeahhhhhhh

I have decided to ceast post in my last journal. It is morbidusly diseased. Instead, I will just start anew in here. My friends who's perception is veridical, will cross over with me. The others~can stay in their detestable, obnoxious, repulsive holes with the worms and maggots. Say I have pungent words- no more will you hear them from my lips.