and the love
runs so thick
that there isnt even
three feet in front
to see
and the love is so immmense
that i cant stand it
it's here
and it always has been
but instead
it is replaced
with thoughts of
corpes and desease

sleeping with the lights on
and dreaming of the curves in the air
missing so dearly half of me
that i must regain though wont
wishing to grasp the emotion
that has consumed me
and left me with these chains
and left me with this path
of destruction left behind
and of suicide attempts gone bad
and living gone worse

and i care
as well as trust
and i lust
and for all hell i love
and i can think of nothing wrong
that has been done
and only wish, for what should be
what was meant to be
and i am stil here
in the dust
with nothing more
then memories

i rip through the hallways ( Read more... )

ripping at the holes in the walls and watching them bleed white walsh.

once upon a time ( Read more... )

i am having this problem
maybe not so much of a problem
but an inconvenience to my head
where everywhere i look i see you
and everything around me
reminds me so much of you

and the destruction has become more then ever
and the only thin that comes of it
a scratch
what is the point
in thinking of the one that might have been there
the one that was there
it's all pretty pointless
here and gone

i am forcing myself
to give into the insanity
and to do the unthinkable
to make myself do the unconcievable
all i can say for this
is i hope that
they have good drugs for me
upon my arrival

and the winter
of the bull shit
has come again
the hell of the fuck you
has returned
and the mother fuckers
that do exist
are once again not found
when will it ever stop
when will the sound
of the self destruction
ever end
and the self preservation
begin
oh yeah
i don't care