I am but a creature praying below my preacher.
Holding on to the things in the night
My teeth press agents my heart.
Trying not to feel the sting as I bite.
A lonely soul ripping from my skin.
It's pouring all around me, I'm soaked in my sin.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
I'm too drunk to see what's in front of me.
And this is where I want to be.
Because if I can't feel I can pretend nothings real.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
I'll be what you need me to be.
I can't hide, and there's no time to flee.
This is something you did.
Off you go, to the highest bid.
I think now I'll turn away.
Try and and live another day.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Trying to find home.
Come with me.
No one has to know.
There's nothing in my hands.
I'm running out of plans.
Without you.
Without a clue.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
Having Heaven is over rated anyway.
You could exhaust ecstasy.
Never mind nirvana.
You torment me with your bashful bliss.
Nothing could ruin this rapture.
I'm Preforming in Purgatory trying to win you over.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
I can smell and taste the way you shake.
Posed on the bed as my knees quake.
I can here the CD spin in the player.
I think to myself **** I want to lay with her".
You're no longer in my sensory.
Now you're just a memory.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
I'll start screaming into a pillow as if I was just bit by a black widow.
It's really unfortunate about my heart and the fire that scorching it.
Look up into the heavens and you'll see hell.
I'm going to save all my money and throw it into a wishing well.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 10:30 PM UTC
I'm done I don't need anymore reasons.
I'm sick of this feeling I need some of your pleasing.
I think I'll wright a note, or just come out and stop teasing.
I want to be with you.
And I could give you what you need too.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
I think I'll sleep for a few days.
I can't handle thinking about you anyway.
The only thing I would like to do is walk to you.
Sadly I can't even talk to you.
For me love inst a happy thing.
It's a tainted thing.
A brutal sting.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
The day when I confess all my love.
I hope you don't reply with a shrug.
I know I'm over *** and all the other drugs.
Every time I think of you my keens quake.
I'll take a nap, wishing you'ed text me before I wake.
Now dreams are near.
And all my other feeling I know longer fear.
The one that stands out from the rest, is by far the best.
Love.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC