every day is new but my anger grows. when it turns into night my psychoticness grows stronger. one of thes days im going to snap and go psychotic on thos who wasted my time.

but anger is one thing but ill never go insane  on any one who dont **** me off
good day

in the war
between dark and light
i am lost
in no man's land
my skin aches
i am collateral damage
just leave my body
resting in the mud
rain will soothe these wounds
as i allow memories
to pass across my eyelids
every man for himself
so i won't fault you
for leaving me behind
i am crippled
broken and ******
but i do not fear
i know that i will be
at peace
when i finally close my eyes

In your name my emotions are cactuses
Immortal and unchanged
The many forms you take ignites a fiery concoction
Breeding the spikes of my lost words
The suffering you inflict from the core of your existence
splurges from my heart
Fighting in your name against you
Does that make me hard?
Mystique
The many forms you take has me in awe
I've been searching in every nook and cranny
and every open door
Is what you are really on the other side?
The more I try to stop searching, the more I feel obliged
****
Down like the Fall I try to turn a new leaf
A new song with the same tune, Mystique you've had me deceived.
Mystique
My spikes are softening and I'm starting to bloom
Let me see your beautiful features, not your face of gloom
Mystique
One more question, before you let me be
Has anyone ever saw your true form
Or just what you want them to see?

It would appear that
You and I,
We are certainly from different worlds,
From different place,
And that our parting is a matter of time,
Measured by the number of differences.

I cant see myself living in your world,
I doubt you can see you living in mine.

I think,
Slowly but surely,
They stack up,
The resistance gain strength,
The time will tick ,
The clock shall tock,

To say good bye.

Until then,
I will try,
To live in yours,
You in mine,
Till we break or fuse,

And hope that we not say the final Good Bye.

Who pulls your legs while climbing?
Negativity!

Something about the way she spoke was beautiful.
Every idea that flowed from her soft lips left me feeling complete and in a way- loved.
There was something about her that seemed different-different than the rest of them, and no I didn't think she was odd.
I thought she was gorgeous and I craved to tell her this every day because I knew that sadly, she didn't see herself that way.