Posted May 7 | Leave a Comment
do you feel for heartache when the sonnets sound so unbearable and every time the bravado is torn down off your face we uncover nothing but a whore, i feel this cannonade of your useless beliefs.your intoxicated by impure choices and your voice is now silenced, brutality is a must in this business of cowards and gluttons of all sorts.dissemble the mask you've been wearing and look at me straight with contempt,i feel no mercy for the weak i'll let you rot in the sun.Dearest plague are you here… read more
Posted May 1 | Leave a Comment
through Winstons ribs the world grows feeble and inhibited with only the dead ready to pursue a more unatural outcome, and the ashes were never desired while computerized eyes see only digital tortue.while all this disorder begins we can only be promised a empty handed revolution,you don't know shit about revolting.stick to your guns and wait for the blueprint to unravel pure hate in one second.it's not even worth the blink of an eye, grab me another hospital bed please.grab me another hospita… read more
Posted April 24 | Leave a Comment
this elite reconstuction of the heart you claim to have in your chest lies in total distraction,an open wound paralyzes those who seem to fall to faith and too many assumptions. Every word sounds the same and the waves now break apart to dance in limbo.FUCK.My mind is suffering a sickness called writers block, when your back waits for the dagger.Insert in here.And every face you see looks the exact same as the other while these eyes you see are not fading.They're wanting more of you to collec… read more
Posted April 12 | Leave a Comment
the mind is a landscape of scapegoats and futile alibis that you still try to use, the constricting idea of love and the destruction afterwards.This is the journey of a man in distress where the doubtful emerge and drag down the strong.Eyes of your messiah washes over your indifferent society, basking in the tides. This one's for you the voice of a pariah drives me to see the deadlights tonight, my stupidity will be the end of me.Fuck. This is the journey of a man who believes he's untouchable… read more
Posted April 10 | Leave a Comment
and the city lights turn into a spiral when the friends you embraced now grow Judas aspects and views, the stars revolt and storm into a frenzy with blades by their sides. You act as if this is new to me, this life you lead in this war with something that's not even there. Hold hands behind your fucking back and realize every bullet you feel is now lead you will taste, and the puerile kisses are now mature self concealed grenades to seranade. You act as if these words and prayers will help you… read more
Posted April 4 | Leave a Comment
This song is not for the indecisive or those pregnant with ignorance, I'm trying to take agrip on yesterday's reveries to feel something alot more optimistic. When this household mistake makes it all into a revolution, a wreckless restitution. And i thought i was giving new meaning to life, but I was just giving new meaning to dying young.What is wrong with what i'm doing?Tonight will be dedicated to the lonely who sit and fucking complain about being alone.They sit down and do nothing to help… read more
Posted March 27 | Leave a Comment
this is the answer to the infection in where the truth decays so vividly, i can't look back when the memories i've had are now burned. redeemer- there is no hope for the passionless. redeemer- the mistakes seem so fucking unethical. where is all life when the dead wash over our eyes, your heart is an example of this explanation about my crucifiction. my writer's block serenades my pathiec excuse for a mind, my pride, my choice, my destiny. redeemer- there is no hope for the effortless. redeeme… read more
Posted March 22 | Leave a Comment
you should be yourself not what others want to be then your just fucking lying to yourself, in can be in anything music,socially,and anything else.fuck what everyone else likes and wants-IT'S WHAT YOU LIKE AND WANT!SHIT! read more