while on the subject of optometrylove to friends
Corpseslit these wrists none will cry pull this hair none will stir these tears will fall but who will catch them this soul is black and fallen will it be when no one's there when nothing's wrong can you explain this feeling of pain this plead for death when there's no reason stroke this face with distant compassion embrace this bodyCorpse
containing no inhabitance what is the matter
some may ask what a question an impossible answer nothing's wrong there's no reason
for this agony there's no explaination
hey how is going...angsty lusty troubled teen diagnosed depressedhey how is going...
a parents dream dictionary description yeah, thats me
frowned on
blamed the bad influence corruption
with music lost innocence light up drown the parental sense
Haven't seen you in a whilewave at me walk over to me gesture my presence keep your distanceHaven't seen you in a while
crack a smile
whisper obsenities give a dirty look
mumble profanities
dust off my existence ingnore my awareness of your pittiful greeting
look away form me
when i've caught your eye pretend you don't remember me when you have changed
not playing video juegos how can one person alter another so much within a few moments?not playing video juegos
it's amazing how you effected me in the three nights i saw you.
you face and heart shown bright as the billboards and shop signs you were playing your guitar beneath. I can't even begin to describe the feeling when i found out you knew i existed and i wasn't just a love-sick passerby. your thin brown hair hanging low in your hazel eyes that were watching your fingers hit the chords on the acoustic. and when you looked up at me , my heart pound
Angel's Opiate“You’re pale.” “I’m vaguely dissipated.” “Your brilliance is fading.” “I’m soaking in your ambiance marinating in your liquid gaze.” “True I gaze like I’m fluttering from flower to finger and yet eager to maintain the swiftest consistency.” “What of your wings?” “They’re weak and waning yet still you see them.” “I see a feather swaying to the dust.” “So stoop and take it in your hand.” “I’ve abandoned my notions of cleverness they’ve migrated to a coast of my mind and raised the sails taken to the wind.”Angel's Opiate
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find something worth dying for and live for it
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