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overdose.........yeah a lot of bad things have happened in my world and have seen alot of bad things

mind if i test it

yeah lol................but that one was about a girl who died i knew

o thought i went 2 far with my pervy

this is my most recent one..........this one is one that is very meaningful to me


Darkness of mind, darkness of soul


Darkness of mind, darkness of soul

Darkness beckons to her, its long reaching fingers
touching her to her very soul
its the darkness to which she may not surrender
no matter how much sweeter the prospect

darkness invites her to come, and rest
darkness promises her to eternal, blissful rest
it assures her that her troubles will be left behind
no more pain to be felt, no more ties to bind

darkness, the sweet, eternal friend
when in fact it would be her final brutal end
the temptation to give in, to giver over to the darkness
is always present, as her life is in a constant mess

she feel she is drowning in the light
no one sees her, no one hears her plight
its ignorant bliss she wishes for, craves
yet she faces each day anew and always braves

the elements of her life, the constant beaten path
she seems to follow from day to grueling day
she wishes for a warm welcoming hearth
but she always, always seems to lose her way

she is lost, will she ever be found?
Will she ever again hear that sweet promising sound
of the light that is meant to have and hold
yet for her is carries the odor of the dank and cold

the light fades daily, hence the pending darkness
its the darkness that always theses days prevails
and she is sinking, sinking, sinking down, down
further away from this light, for the darkness prevails

Darkness of mind, darkness of soul
that which claims both the young and the very old
darkness you claim to be an ally, a friend
why then do you only bring about, her impending end?

sometimes..............depends in the mood i am when i write them

o thought i did from the last comment

sorry makin u feel uncomfortable leavin with ashley now anyway

have you read this one
Say it aloud and paint the walls in blood, your blood
No-one wants to listen to how you really feel
I've been forgetting this and that
And only holding on to what feels right.

Maybe I care too much
Maybe not at all.
I'm not sure where it begins and ends.
Does the promise of death scare me anymore?
Does drowning sorrows get old after a while?
Not to me.

I'm sorry I can't be the best, I really am.
If I was there, perhaps you could tell me the full story
And then what I heard wouldn't bother or scare me.
It's good to have something to share
Even when that something is the truth
And a worrying thing, nagging at you.

All I got left to tell you, is it hurts.
Pain and pain again, blotting out the colours
Making life monotone and monochrome
Killing me, selling me off piece by piece
So that we both might be
Easy targets.

not lookin at the movie