Monday, February 27, 2012

Untitled feelings

Days like these are what remind me of you.


The sun is down and I think about you.


You mean the world. And more.


The rain hits the ground and I see you dancing.


We laugh, you light up the sky.


The rain hits the ground and your in my mind.


"Whats new?"



Life means so little, but with you means so much.


The night fades...You mean the world.


You mean everything.


You are everything.



The lightning flashes, your shadow appears.


We walk hand in hand the rain pours down.


We don't care if were wet, because we have each other.


The day is dark and gloomy, you appear.


"Can you just stay away from me!"



Your gone, somehow you still have control.


I think about you, it makes me sick.

"Stay out of my head!"



You kiss me it means so much.


You tell me you love me it means so little.


Outside the rain plays music, I hear your voice.


"You really meant the world you know."



You didn't see it...you never will.


I love your sweet scent of cigarettes.


I love how you gave me butterflies.


Now it's nothing but moths, empty moths...

the butterflies died you know.
















Saturday, February 25, 2012

Fear

The only thing we should fear is ourselves.
We are the monsters we create.
The dark scares us because we create whats in it.
I fear the dark because I fear myself. I fear what I might do.
The mind creates so much darkness, and somehow they say we can control it. Yet we try.
And we fail.
Don't forget to breath...its only your mind.
Shit like that is what turns us insane...so insane, you fear reality.
The shadows are only your sins.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Honestly

Lets be honest.
We all have our problems.

The days of wanting to bleed yourself dry...
We are all stale and old. We are all used, we are all the users.
Heroine.
It's alright your not alone. Am i? Are you?

I bite my nails til they are raw.
I never relax, not even for one day.

How is it that love makes us sick, i mean we are all love sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.
Problems define who we are.
They are the want to be different. Wait. The need to be different...?

Okay, lets start over.
The problem is love. The problem is fear.
I think it's time that we all be honest.
I look up to the dark and down on the light. It's the light that makes us lie.
I hate liars...I guess that makes me a liar. I spend the most of my days with liars.
I love the Devil and hate God. Wanna know why?
I can't tell you that. I would have to kill you.
Let's see...
I'm afraid of love, to be in love. The fall.
How can I love the Devil if i don't believe in him.
I admire him for the power he has. He brings fear. Hate. Envy. Everything that makes us who we are.
Humans are all cruel, we all hurt someone. Something. In some way.
I believe the devil created love. That's just how cruel it really is.

Wait.

Before I go on......
I do not worship the devil. Pause. Nor do I worship A God.
Death is a joke and life is the punch line.

I will end with this. We should all stop and think. What are we really here for. Do we really have time to lie to ourselves?






Fear



Saturday, February 11, 2012

Just remember 'bout me

I just want to be friends like we used to,
to feel what we used to...to love like we used to.
The days go by, not one of those days i don't remember.
I remember everything we felt everything we use to be.
I just want you to be able to see.
You and me.
Another night with someone but you,
Days go by with out a blur.
with you days lasted for minutes.
I wanna lay with you, i just want you so bad.
Can you please just remember about me?
I tell myself that you care and you want me too,
I tell my self you love me
Making myself forget about all that i see
I saw you at the store and you walked right by
I wanted to hug you and just say hi.
You tell me you love me an want me forever.
Your smile blows the world away and helps the needy
your perfect, so flawless its not right
You hold my hand and then we kiss,
I wake to see its not you, this dream is not fair
lets make one thing clear.
I'm not stopping til i make you mine
I'm not stopping til you really care.


Thursday, February 9, 2012

Monster


I am a monster but my needs to be human are just as strong as yours, I try everyday to be the same as you, to live a life like you; a life I once had. I may break from thirst but who are you to blame? I'm not perfect and I feel regret, sometimes its just to hard to reject. The smell, the taste, the sound of blood flowing through your neck, your whole body is just glowing. I never meant to thrive off hurting you, but I also have to survive. There is not a day that goes by that I don't miss you, all I wanted was to just kiss you, but after all I'm still an animal, instincts control to much, I guess I am nearly cannibal. Thirst is overpowering, weakening, all I think about is destroying, but yet in such a graceful way. I am a monster but I live just like you and I love just like you, I once was human but I never knew thirst til I met you.

I'm thinking about you...



I'm thinking about you like coffee thinks about creamer, like death thinks about life, like the murderer thinks about the knife...I'm thinking about you all day and all night, i'm thinking about you like left thinks about right, like porn thinks about sex, like 5 thinks about 6...I'm thinking about you like cannibals think about humans, like animals think about survival, like flatirons think about hair, i'm thinking about you and hoping you care...i'm thinking about you like pens think about paper, like the raper thinks about the next victim, like the day thinks about the night, like the night thinks about the stars...I'm thinking about you like you think of her...I'm thinking about you like macorroni thinks about cheese, like the ships thinks about the seas, like addicts think about drugs or food or like addicts think about love...like i think about love...I'm thinking about you more then i think about anything, more then vampires think about blood, more then pigs think about mud...I'm thinking about you like warewolfs think about the next fullmoon, like lips think about kissings...I'm thinking about you and only you, i'm thinking about you and wondering what i'm missing and what shes seeing.



Sunday, February 5, 2012

Icecream!


Who loves ice-cream? I Do!
I love it in the morning
I love it in the evening
I love it when the sun is high
I love it when the sun is low
Who loves ice-cream?
We all do duh.