When you start to feel nothing
Just empty inside Sadness becomes inviting A tantalizing high It’s dark and dangerous But compared to feeling cold and empty It’s the best thrill
I crave a new feeling.
That near death thrill, The one that makes you feel so alive. The falling, But never landing. The light, Followed by darkness. The knowing, That you'll only be guessing.
When I see your face
Sensations overwhelming Thrill my pulsing heart
I hear people
Speak of such things Such feelings Such thrill Something utterly Useless Empty ****** But that makes You feel Euphoric Something that Provides escape From the harshness Of reality Something that Floods the Mind and Body With bliss Euphoric But I I have so many rules So many regulations Expectations That I am not allowed Something so Ridiculous Tantalizing Intoxicating Euphoric So instead, I pretend I write I read Reaching for that Which I am Not allowed My ever-elusive Euphoria
Push your WILL,
rewire your nerves, it WILL ****, with eerie swerves. Push your WILL, reprogram your mind, it WILL thrill, with thoughts refined. Push your WILL, renovate your life, it WILL shrill, with aching strife. Push your WILL, release your tears, when time stands still, you’ve conquered your fears.
To a beat of a heart
I can write you A Song and with every word like Michael Jackson Thrill you... But waste my beats and I’ll twist every word like a Rope Around Your Neck and **** You.
Oh you know dating be crazy.
I feel blessed Ordinary humans Can't handle Angel What i'm destined for.
Theme: If the question is concerning, let the answer be divine How is it?
for all the turbulence i sought
and sought i was pretty good i was so good i battled through all the chaos my kite was finally flying but i snorted so much ritalin my pupils are tar pits and she calls me a hedonist but i don't know what that means i do know that i fear neither death nor consequence you can treat me like your last meal always at my most decadent i remember i need to eat then delete the thought the only thing that sustains me is the rushing by now you should know that it's all about me we did the maths remember?
hypomania is like having low grade superpowers that you can't co-ordinate to do anything other than self destruct
My goal was never to be your first love.
My goal is to be your last love. That's why even after you told me you loved me, I still go about us as if I'm chasing you.
never stop trying to win the heart of the one you truly love.
That magical moment
the first time making love, the excitement of taking each others Cloths off The first time seeing this girl you love Stood completly ***** before you, heart pounding excited below you can longer hide the first time you place your hands on her beautiful body and draw her In close bodies together ***** kissing You lay there afterwards can feel your self-smiling Inside the first time you really feel alive, this girl you love has turned you from boy to man In that Magical love making Experience nothing to Compare.
making love for the first time nothing
Compare bare flesh touching hand exploring each other