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*ANGEL*+FROM+*KANSAS*
Age: 16
Location: United States
Joined On: Apr 19, 2007
AEmatt17
United States
aesthetic:secrets
Manhattan, KS
0xsarahx0
Wildomar, CA
AboveDrama
Albuquerque, NM
whispers of mersey. eyes of deadly loved ones \\. watch where you step. beacuse you might crush your own soul . love is for who belive in it . hate is something you know. changes arent something that comes easy to a lovers lost soul /. nobody is safe in the arms of venom . truth.............. there is no where that is safe not even our mind because even there your push to think a sorten way . the brick walls in your mind are the ones that keep you from hurtting your self and everyone around you. /stars watch over the minds of the lost. for even i lose my path through the distrution of the world. ' share my tears as i share my fears. speak to me in my dreams for you sound far away in the day. hold my close at night b/c i will fade with the darkness of my heart.
leave
i cant be here but yet i wait for your return my sweet, beautiful bird of my moring song...
i am done
i am done with waitting for the right time
i cant say i have the strengh to let go
but my little bird it is time to fall south for
my heart will be left until you venture back
as i learned to love i also learned to let go
and trust that you will came back
the wait will be long even for the most persistant person
i willnt enoure without you sweet voice in the mornings
i will not servive the long winter of cold without your song of morning playing in my ear
i watch you fly into the herizon
my little bird and trust you will return with the sun lighting your way.
suffcate
the ponding of my heart grows louder.
by each step i take .
leaving my own mind and in the dust and forgetting my thoughts and watching my steps fade into the darkness .
it creeps behind me until all the light that was there is toren into scrapes of dust.
words jump into my mind fear,kill,hope.
hope is nothing we belive in but we just know just to do it.
taste of blood
blood
the only teaste in my mouth
wishing for another heart
soft beatting
until i
hear it beat out of control
until it stops
while i hold it my hands.
the end is near but that seems not to change anything but the voices in my head warning me louder until there own blood is in my hands
protecting what i say to my self beacues even my own words are used against my own will of life and the vains on my wrist.
fromtheearth
breathless,lost,and vanished.
faith hope chairty lost in the dissyness of the spinning
living dieing
and falling into a dirt hole where we started
or into ashes
where we are forget until our name is spoken to another young life yet to begin
