... by: Jackie B. Lost, abandoned, hopeless. Where do I start descirbing these emotions. Prehaps where they originated. As the sun stagnated somewhere over the horizon, we met. The night air was fridget, and all was numb. We sat together watching the world float by oblvious to those surrounding. As we wandered aimless down dark streets and kissed under lights, we realized how lucky we were to have eachother in this vast urban desert. Quickly we fell, unbaring it seemed to be apart, strange, you heard whispers from forked tongues and everything fell apart. Desperately, I picked up the broken shards and tried to form them back into what we once had. I failed. What was once two entangled in a cancerous passion is now a hollow shell. Now I wait for you in darkness, a mystery of curves and lines, wanting back the life we left behind. three words eight letters by: Morgan You're the Sleeping Composed Of diaphanous Gauze Of Color Of Sound And of Light. I'm the Waking The Real The relentless Reality Through which All poor mortals must Fight. Alone I am something That everyone Fears And without me you're Chaos and Madness Together we're Life We're the Threads of the Soul Each saving the other from Sadness. -Murderer- by: Liveghn A cold, dead heart. Once drenched in life... In love. Blead in your mercy. Look what you've become. Murderer. Swimming in the blood of the innocent. Rejoicing in the pain of others. You homicidal Fu.ck, Just look what you've become. And as you wash the blood off of your caotic hands, Can you tell me that you care? No... Another life lost. Critisized by your dispair. Look what you've Fu.ck.ing become. MURDERER! Your mother cries... Day and night. Realizing what you've become. Telling herself that it was her fault. That she should have raised you different. Just look what you've done. Do you show her sympathy? No... You pulll her by the hair, Grab your knife from your pocket, And slit her throat. Look what you've become. MURDERER! |