Saturday, March 10, 2007

Imprisoned, inside this mind. Hiding behind the empty smiles. So simple, delinquished. Running, always running into the distance. Stop me before i bleed, again. Deeper, i'm falling into the arms of sorrow. The demons of my own design, this horror will not remain.

There must be serenity. There must be deliverance. Deeper, i'm falling. Building, descending.

After all this time, still you struggle. Even words of love, ring so hollow.
This is daily crucifixion, and these rusted nails leave scars.

And i can find myself, alone with just my thoughts, as time crumbles away. As i crumble away.

In a world that feeds on disregard, heal the broken hearted.

I wish painkillers worked for hearts too. But i'll just drink a bottle of cough syrup and a can of coke. I want to forget this pain. I want to feel numb. Again. I wish I wouldn't wake up. Maybe only then you'd forget me. And i hope i'd forget you.


suri thought at 8:18 PM


My Curse



Suricide Suicide
2 April '89
Equestrian Sports
Painting
Lomography
Bass Guitar
Floorball


Constants are Changing

New Urban Male boxers
To go back to Arthayasa
Skinny black jeans
A cute Hedgehog
Forego
Porta Trace Light Box
old skool top
Beach Shorts from RipCurl
Adidas Candy watch
BME Baby Tees
PSP
"MODIFY" DVD
Andra & The Backbone cd
Flaming cherry tattoos on hips


Unholy Confessions



Kiss me