Taste

I've got a taste for old
I've got a taste for new
I've got a taste for beauty
and a taste for ugly too

Beautyhate

Beauty is hate in disguise

Desperation

Desperation
Its a sad thing
What people will do
What people will think
What people will say
In desperation

6/16/2010

There's a demon in my head
He likes to scream and shout
Tells lies and plays tricks
He is evil, dark, and heartless
He is myself
I am him
We are one and the same
I'm growing tired of everything in my head

Somethings I can never get around

Breathing, Thinking, Remembering
Too much
I still can't
I just can't
The sad arrangement of notes
Make me remember so much
So much I haven't thought about

1/05/2009

There's a rock in my stomach
That I cannot digest
Just like a thought
I cannot comprehend
My face was warm
The rest of me was cold
I felt like
I was coming down with something
This rock in my stomach
Will not dissolve

To touch my skin

She wanted to
It was her idea
She tried not to make it obvious, but it was
I could see it in her eyes
It seemed like a cruel joke at first
But it wasn't
It was only a dream
It didn't really happen

11/18/2008

Watching it all fade to gray
The thought that constantly fills my mind
The people, the places, the things
All go away
I tend to torture myself with my thoughts
I tare myself apart
I, more than anyone else, influence my mood
I am my best friend, my worst enemy
I find ways to make myself better
Then I tare it all apart
I'm not sure why
I guess I'd rather live in my fantasy world
Where I only can destroy my dreams
Like I'd rather destroy my own creations
Send my ships off to sea
Only to soon watch them sink