you are gone
your rose is black
but dont worry ill be there before long
you know i gave you my life but for what?
you went and lost your own
so now i am alone
bleeding wings and broken dreams
you were the key to my love and the lock to my hate
but the demon inside me has been set free
and it sheds the darkest tear for thee
alone but still with shadows by thorn171, literature
Literature
alone but still with shadows
I am standing right infront of you and you dont see me
after long ill be gone until there is nothing to see
the love I had is fadeing fast
how long is the evil world going to last
for all I care it can go
becuase its just me
I am alone
love has left and there is no meaning
I lived for her touch
but now it seems my heart is splattered on the ceiling
no love
no life
just hate
and strife
fighting for her love i had her heart but i let it go
and what of it do i have to show
nothing but a broken heart
i noticed that my place i the dark
love is a fantisy that is currupt
dibbled with lies, cheating, and prenups...
i want your heart back but i cant get to it
ahh i know i shouldnt throw a fit
but who gives a sh17?
i want you to love me as i do
for you as you used to
but my love is gone and so are you
what is a man to do i cant be trped in a cage
but im victims to my own hearts rage
so when i come of age
ill come back and torcher you more
for when you treated her like a whore
and didnt give her any respect
everyone lives there daily lives
while i am seeking confort from knives
seeing dark skys above
they cant see it becuase they are preocupied and intwined in dreams of love
and then rains the bloody flood
it thunders thunder that only i hear
it strikes lightening that only i feel
the storm of pain is here
you were runnning from the beast
and you are hiding in your kitchen but your still not safe
running wont keep hiom away from you hes always there
hes wherever you are you have no were to hide
do you think your safe in your own mind?
your not becuase its sad but true,
the monster stalking is the one inside you......
it was just a little thing i was thinking of while makeing this picture if you havent noticed yet i have alot of poetry about "the monster inside of you"
you were runnning from the beast
and you are hiding in your kitchen but your still not safe
running wont keep hiom away from you hes always there
hes wherever you are you have no were to hide
do you think your safe in your own mind?
your not becuase its sad but true,
the monster stalking is the one inside you......
it was just a little thing i was thinking of while makeing this picture if you havent noticed yet i have alot of poetry about "the monster inside of you"
everyone lives there daily lives
while i am seeking confort from knives
seeing dark skys above
they cant see it becuase they are preocupied and intwined in dreams of love
and then rains the bloody flood
it thunders thunder that only i hear
it strikes lightening that only i feel
the storm of pain is here
fighting for her love i had her heart but i let it go
and what of it do i have to show
nothing but a broken heart
i noticed that my place i the dark
love is a fantisy that is currupt
dibbled with lies, cheating, and prenups...
i want your heart back but i cant get to it
ahh i know i shouldnt throw a fit
but who gives a sh17?
i want you to love me as i do
for you as you used to
but my love is gone and so are you
what is a man to do i cant be trped in a cage
but im victims to my own hearts rage
so when i come of age
ill come back and torcher you more
for when you treated her like a whore
and didnt give her any respect
alone but still with shadows by thorn171, literature
Literature
alone but still with shadows
I am standing right infront of you and you dont see me
after long ill be gone until there is nothing to see
the love I had is fadeing fast
how long is the evil world going to last
for all I care it can go
becuase its just me
I am alone
love has left and there is no meaning
I lived for her touch
but now it seems my heart is splattered on the ceiling
no love
no life
just hate
and strife
My... a.k.a. I am unclean by lesseroflindsey, literature
Literature
My... a.k.a. I am unclean
My teeth bite the lip of a sinner.
My tongue tastes the blood of a cold- hearted murderer.
My eyes see the handprints on your throat.
My feet wade in the small pool of blood that decrees I am a killer.
My palms break under pressure, my paranoid palms.
My soaked clothes swear they were always red.
My mind says I did it.
My heart says I'm sorry.
My mouth whispers, "I loved it".
man...just like all my others
Current Residence: cali Favourite genre of music: technic rock Wallpaper of choice: girl bleeding Skin of choice: roses for every rose is equaly beutiful but come in many colors....
I cant find blood what am i supposed to do I sit here wandering the net trying to at least see a pic of someone cutting or something.....you'd think they would take a picture of it. Oh god im twoofing so bad....this little journal thing is a real anger suppresnt. Too bad im not suppresed yet -_-;; Ive tried to keep a journal but i keep loseing it and when i started awakening i tried but i lost it this internet one will stay put...... well i think ill start begging for pics of blood now and post some poetry about lifes all around crappiness (Go Crappiness.......NOT!)
i know all about the band. i'm in the states. i just thought i must be confused because you had them as your favourite artist, which i consider "visual" artist.
but i consider thier blend of oddity and reality that shows real life in a diffrent point of view like the man that has a camera for a head staring at the women is plainly a pervert portrade in the picture i consider them to be musical and visual artists myself