i laugh when they break your heart again ( Read more... )

together we are more than mortal. post our selves as false gods among the heartless. we will beat for them, i will breathe for them. the righteous are impervious to logic. Science is nothing more than schoolwork. A hand out reached from a silver chariot, i will carry you to heaven and back, in hopes itll help you feel alive.yOur heart burnt out ( Read more... )

There is a tear for every eye tonight, as we cry our sins from our skin. Dragging the lake has never been so mundane. I miss the tugs of corpses against the line. We troll free from the troubles but beg for a catch ( Read more... )

when the water reflects, red of a burning sun set. she swears she smells death imminent, just a few stars away ( Read more... )

its somthing i must have missed ( Read more... )

etheral tears,sliced through by etheral swords. my metaphoric and symbolistic expressions are not quiet what they used to be.but i still got a line or two i can use. Well youll never figure that one out.Slay me, lay me dead. leave me here ill be all right.Ive been getting used to the darkend rooms. even if im a lil caustraphobic. im begging to ( Read more... )

oh marauder, so ardent to your cause.You pilliage through our glass hearts while the sinless pervade. we are notorius and pallor.we havent slept in nights.well we dont miss the sunlight.so many nights spent pounding our shot glasses to the pavement. well your all so brazen, your all so elite. let us know where right becomes wrong, and wrong becomes ( Read more... )

to you shes nothing more than another empty soul. just another one of your thousand biggest mistakes. nothing more than another massless shadow. atleast you had your chance ( Read more... )

Im caught up believing second chances do exist. and im tryin so hard to come to terms with the fact that they'll never give you three. maybe im undeserving and shouldnt even think of her.like an angel from the underworld, or like a devil from paradise.shes so destructive, yet so seductive.Remember back to last august when you were so caught up in ( Read more... )

his face was that of a student, thin and ascetic. But his eyes held the cold gleam of the fanatic. Deep and thoughtfull, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death.Hes not quite old enough for this. The war that rages inbetween ashes and the earth. Raise his head from the parapet. the streets are empty besides the occuring demons.Well he was ( Read more... )