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| In this realm you will know nothing but pain, yet exquisite pleasure within my arms. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| betrayal... at what cost does it come to one who actually believes in something more.. love? it's not real..its just a stupid stage for people to get caught up in someone elses bullshit... in fact, i have given and given until i'm bled out nobody actually believes that i am capable of giving them what they need however, i rarely see anything that might resemble what i need..the basics..touch, the unconditional love. oh and then there are those that will always come first, you get the scraps of what's left over, and if you complain about it, you're a whiner who just can't deal.. when in fact, you were fucked over at the expense of another's laughter. see you not only fucked my heart, you fucked my soul, because i trusted you to NEVER hurt me and you have, so today i say thank you for showing me that love is just as useless as hope. 03 decembre 2005 |
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| Links to amuse yourself with :) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Name: | Lady Kassandra aka Lynn | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| in the macabre mind of thought that gives way to useless ramblings lies, hatred, and greed....... filled with lust for wanting only that which will never fully quench the thirst. love of self is destructed by giving of one's self to nothing. such a waste to want that which will never be. 4- 5- 2004 silence comes in swarms of cold, another night of lies. deep within the thoughts, swirling mists of misery. life is void another trance timed with the beats of hatred. ripped and burned, laying in waste, rotted to be no more. 10-27-2004 |
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| today i cried.. you heard me giving up my last rights to an existence i can never be a part of. knowing i will never be touched the way i need.. yet confined to be nothing more than just a shadow. my final fall left me broken shattered and bleeding within.... laying at the foot of man waiting for my last dying breath... to take me from this miserable hell. to live once more is a mere fantasy, a plague of the mind that knows better. submitting only to that which calls me... knowing i will always be a slave 03 novembre 2005 |
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