Scorpion flower, token of death... Curse the day, hail the night... Flower grown in the wild...
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Somewhat like thinking
Something's wrong....
I knew
Something's going on
Like an error in the past
in the present make it last
Somewhat's like dirt and flirty and danger house creeping horror
here the last rain follow the darkest sky of heart... my heart that's bleeding and stresses no longer... my heart... broken like a glass in the cold floor... no regrets no hard feelings no pain.. just death psychologycal felling... no sky just moon... no shy just a scream.... hard silent scream... me... just me. waiting no more. Focusing and not trying. Bleeding for what could be.. but leaving past for no more..
i'll wait to see listen be what'll be.. waiting until my last cry dry in this nigth of fullmoon madness...
Sadlish gretz
To u... just remember this... don't remember me!!
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