| Inner Thoughts |
| A place were i store random thoughts,poems and whatsoever... |
| Life-Time When the Past and Present unite against the Future,then all hope shall be lost,imprisoned through time chambers,locked up as of burned flesh which may have been rotting for too long. The thought of my own death,if i should somehow land in purgatory,makes me vomit on the inside,makes me nervously want to cry,the anger,the rage....The sadness,the pity....Would anyone notice if i should die?Then how should i rest? Hang myself? Cut my wrists? Jump off solid?......It does'nt matter,we're already dead. |
| I RIP I got mustard in my nose, time to crawl down the stove, More skin smokes, more skin dies, half the world cries, half the world chokes, Fall down grey leaves, i drip, i trip, red tears,makes the fear, black pushes away, colors fade away, I can't rest when i'm ripe, but i may rot when i rip, i rip. |
| Blind I got a reason for not being, as itchy as sand, as deep as i can sink, i try not to,but i do, all is chosen but me, I've sunk lower than rejection, I blame myself, for i have scratched too hard, my eyes cut open.... But my skin peels, my vision blurs, and a faint light drives me away, i'm in disgust, but it won't matter... ...I'm not sure, it may all be over, Soon i'll rest, i'll keep the end as its best, until then, i'll remain, what i remain, blind. |
| A hole to die in repeated It is not tragic, it's pathetic, the world is a cliché,a tradition, looping itself whenever it can, We have been blind-folded, pushed at our limits, pushed around by this artificial image we've been creating of ourselves. I live,but awakened with insomnia, i smile,hypocritely, what is fake shall always stay fake, this is what masks are for, My reflection is false, so is yours, by the time i awaken, i'll have been dead for a few hours, i'll have been brought to a new place, and the world shall loop itself once more. |
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