6 years to the day, thats when you left me bleeding and broken on that step. Why does this happen to me every year?

I see beauty in dead flowers, and thats how ill remember you.

Mwahahahahah wash your hands in a lake of youre blood just before you die!!AAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA MWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EEEEYAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!

I should be happy but im not, i should feel some measure of accomplishment but i dont. What the hell do i have to do to feel like im getting somewhere in life? Do i have to shoot someone, go to jail, come out of jail and say "hey, at least i killed someone", thats accomplishing something sorta. Everyday feels like im missing out on something, some ( Read more... )

Even after 5 years your image still haunts me. In my dreams and while im awake. You will never truly understand what you made me and what you lost. The day you left me in front of my house never to return was a day the last shred of true love left me, it was the begining of a dark descent into depression and bitterness. I hope youre happy, for you ( Read more... )

Laughable, and yet im still not suprised.

When the porcelin has blackend and the jade fallen to shadow, what do you have left? Memories are everlasting, and moments are fleeting. Sometimes i wish things never changed. Noone moved, things were never said and actions never taken. But i guess life has funny ways of showing us what life truly means to us and what we have lost.

When the fires of death consume you, remember who it was that sent you down. Remember my face and wait for me.

Eyes that could stop a stampede.

Tuesday night i come home from work, i just wanted to sit down and relax, but what do i come home to? My bathroom all fucked up. It truns out that one of the little fuckers in the apt above me left the sink running and it over flowed. Now my ceilings all fucked up. And to make things worse what do i wake up to today....a god damn river flowing out ( Read more... )

Do you ever wonder what happened? Where did those lost hours go? Did that moment in our lives never really happen, did we imagine each other? Everything felt, looked, and smelled real. Maybe it was me that was falsifying these things. Maybe i wanted them to be real bad enough that in my mind they were? As long as i remember those days, youre words ( Read more... )