Child.
Dry your tears,
and bite the bullet,
your not the empathy you
drag yourself along the bottom with.
You are the reason your still breathing,
you keep breathing to stay sober,
and staying sober means breaking symbols.
and diving into the mouth of a snake is
metaphoricly dangerous.
Tears run like rivers,
and my father sings a snake.
for once in your life taste the wine,
don't drink it, or gluttonise the
essence of it. Taste it,
betwixt the pores in your mouth.
Child.
Broken hearts never heal,
because you wont let them.
shoved down in a box,
im sitting crying for you.
I guess sometimes tears dont
fall hard enough for
illusions of emotions most perturbed
formulate blistering skies which
bleed into my vision. bracing against
the current, I can feel you watching me.
tears, begging for final release;
a fatal fall from glory.
I cannot deny you, for all I seek
is truth. with each doubtful exhale,
my chest rumbles with vibrations of
fear. an unbeating heart cannot love,
and all I love is you. dry your tears,
and come back to me.
singing of a breakthrough, I can feel it coming through.
challenging myself again to welcome
the unknown, your phosphorescent light
reigns paramount against the shadows
embrace. the twisting motion of
sublime figure a
When a girl shuts her eyes to the world,
and clutches her faith in a razor,
and her words in a stream of conciousness.
when she watches in this stream of blood,
it\'s an appropriate synapse of connection
When a girl, trusts in love, and dreams of trust,
she can sit bewildered to the world,
of trash cans and bubblegum.
It\'s known as a sickening addiction,
but an addiction never-the-less, a hidden
abortion in a stall.
When a girl is
Addicted to the smell of morphine and paradigms,
trust fucked and beautiful, she can place cold fingers,
in cold hearts, and belive in warm respects.
It\'s lust agian, in the back fo the room
curt
Current Residence: a cartoon world full of heroin Favourite genre of music: industrial, noise, punk, apocalyptic folk, synthpop, jpop Favourite photographer: awi Operating System: winXP MP3 player of choice: winamp, sony portable Favourite cartoon character: myself Personal Quote: Invaders blood marches through my veins, like giant radioactive rubberpants! The pants command me!
Favourite Movies
suicide club
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
right now: afi, ataris, thursday, leonard cohen, converter, swans, death in june, mesh, coil
Cocco - Raining (translated from japanese)
My red hair that I got from my mother was divided in two
My braids swaying
I still wonder why
But even now I don't know
I stood up quietly in my seat, scissors clenched in my hand
And cut my ponytails
It was a very bright, sunny day
And I thought I didn't need the future
I was powerless and couldn't choose my words
Only the scent of the way home was gentle
I can keep living
So I thought
Someone laughed in the classroom
It was a very bright, sunny day
With no hair left, this time I tried cutting my arms
I cut and cut and felt a warmth
I danced with my arms covered in bloo
It's times like today when I wish we could talk and catch up. All the wishing won't bring you back. But still, I miss you just the same. Thanks for being my friend Val.