My heart bleeds for you. I cry tears of crimson wine, as I stare into your eyes. Your beautiful, dark eyes. I want to see you again. It's been to long. The distance is painfull, and it burns my soul. I need you. My heart burns with desire. Your touch lights a womans body aflame. I dance in cold blooded shame. Cold blooded? My heart is not yet frozen, by the horrible things that have happened to the innocent. Why? Why do you even think I cry? It is because I know you are but a dream. Hope, like a distant star, shines ahead. Possibly love is in my future? Only God knows. What is left to belive in? Why do I even bother... I want to help you, save you from falling back into the dark, where you were dragged, without mecy for your sins... But you sinned for me! Killed those men. Your crime was not your own to commit! It would of been better for you to die. To return to whence you came, then to suffer endlessly in the dark. Why? Why didn't you let me
go?
Into the dark...
By: Zaki P.O.E
This is the truth, this really happened.
This isn't one of those stupid fairy tales of non-existant romance.It's somthing that could never be, so it never was alowed to bloom.
Though the seed was given enough time for more than a few....
You don't know me very well. You don't know what I look like or who I am. Yet as I sit here writing this, I feel the need to cry, I know that i will never die soon enough as it is.
I can't tell you what this is about, I'll only tell you the process, cause when I met you I was fooluish, silly and dumb.
After two yhears, I grew to like you, I'd tell you how I felt, And you never knew how I could even like you.
'You don't know me'
you would say. But even as I write to you I know when you leave nothing will be able to wake me up again.
I'll be sleeping for eternity, I won't die, i'll just cry, driifting into the numbing silencence. Putting on that stupid fucking happy mask. Making everyone feel better, when deep down inside, I want everyone to die, and I just want to fade into shadows, or lie in my dreams, where nobody can hurt me.
A fay was never ment to fall in love
By:Surreal
Hey, have you heard of that drug?
Yeah, it makes everything go, like, whoa! Yeah, it's called being yourself! It's like being in your own little world come to life! And once you find tha little happy place, it doesn't go away 'cause you know who you are. I mean, you can tell someone how to find it, but it's like cahsing the Magic Dragon. You might never find it. I mean it's kind of like chasing shadows, that you know...
Yeah....
When you know the wish won't come true.
Who said this was about love, or pain?
Youth is reflected in what most call being Naive.
A pain
And a regret
So take some time to think over those words,
Those insults.
And try to decide what you really are.