Right from the dungeons of summer
I'm a product of your betrayal
And the me you know died
Never again to be revived
For in this world of crime
I've come into my own
Learned the way of the streets
And all of its weirdos and creeps
At least to me they don't lie
But I'll be shot dead
And be remembered as a chalk outline
Before you ever hear me apologize.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
I am a serial killer of pure inhibitions
Innocence of blind minds are my trophy's
I left you all to die
And lived long enough to see myself become the villain
It was cruel
To force maturity upon happy children
And nobody will ever know how Evil I really am
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
I wake up each day
And listen to my brain say
what did I do to make it all go away
My only crime is caring for you too much
And for that my heart makes me pay.
We laughed at all the cliches. You were gonna be my best friend forever.
Unfortunately I let myself believe once again, that it was you and me until the end.
I guess it's time to pretend.
Like I don't care
But even with the few memories we share.
That wouldn't be fair.
And so I don't dare
I don't need big words or an overpowered intellect to get my point across. That your the reason my favorite quote's
hope's for presidents And dreams are for people who are sleeping
And now I understand why the grim reaper Is still reaping.
I pulled to hard and still all I have to say is
Nothing
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Dance me a song dreck thinker.
Let the ocean wash away your thoughts of rain.
Understand scars are forever but so are diamonds.
And every night you'll dream again.
You'll never comprehend the dark like the moon
Or the light like the sun.
Learn that only Monty python knows the meaning of life, and where the holy grail is.
So stop searching and just appreciate uncertainty.
Then sing me a dream because I'm tired of screamed night terrors.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
I sleep in pitch black rooms and wait
for candles to light themselves
Thoughts the same shade of dark.
Counting sheep as they hop into slaughter houses of gluttonous, avaricious men who trade their humanity for pocket change.
While satans minions work with circumspectivness to reap what their slave-like bourgeois have sewn living with a motto of
Yesterday is history tomorrow is a mystery
In the Meantime fribble prodigal sons of the privileged ponder their inheritance
While the daughter of a currier burns her fathers letters because something's are best left unknown
and the candles remain unlit.
But beauteous animals still roam free in the wild,
little kids still smile.
There's hope in the heart of each child.
Sitting in seclusion and coming to Ambiguous conclusions is always productive
So When did the key to success become failure?
when wasn't it?
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Weeping like a willow that's forgotten how to shed a tear
So lets drink heavy beer
Ignore the harsh words like weird and queer
As our brains degrade so will our hate
Sticks and stones will brake your bones but words you'll never feel
People have platinum skin
And bones of steel
I have not a care in the world
Cause this generations holy scripture states
the second messiahs name is Mary Jane
Her disciples burn away the pain
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
I want to sit on your shoulders
And laugh at the earth
Just like all the stars
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC