Art is the desire for me to express myself, to record the actions of my personality to the world i live in.
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Pain. The Hurt. The Anger.
I'm sick of always caring
I'm sick of always being there
It hurts knowing that in the end I'm only going to get hurt.
I'm sick of feeling the pain when getting hurt.
I'm sick of feeling the anger that follows what others did.
My heart beats uncontrollably with anger
Being hurt really boils my blood.
I want more than anything to let all of this pain, anger, and hurt go but my heart and pride wont allow it.
It's not that I dont want to let this go its just that I cant let this go.
Im sick of feeling this pain
I'm sick of hurting
And im sick of having this anger
I'm sick of always being there
It hurts knowing that in the end I'm only going to get hurt.
I'm sick of feeling the pain when getting hurt.
I'm sick of feeling the anger that follows what others did.
My heart beats uncontrollably with anger
Being hurt really boils my blood.
I want more than anything to let all of this pain, anger, and hurt go but my heart and pride wont allow it.
It's not that I dont want to let this go its just that I cant let this go.
Im sick of feeling this pain
I'm sick of hurting
And im sick of having this anger
Heartless
Come and seek me,
in the darkness I will wait,
indestructible,
with no memories to care,
with no purpose so gentle,
to care
only one mission,
destroy all,
but one...
me..
I am a killing beast,
missions of war are my priority,
to kill everyone,
but me,
crimson curtains and walls.
all are quiet,
resting.
not a sound..
only my breath,
Heartless,
nothing more,
but Heartless..
this is a tragic story of one so cold,
and lone.
How can someone be so Heartless?
Oblivion Vampire
in the darkness I will wait,
indestructible,
with no memories to care,
with no purpose so gentle,
to care
only one mission,
destroy all,
but one...
me..
I am a killing beast,
missions of war are my priority,
to kill everyone,
but me,
crimson curtains and walls.
all are quiet,
resting.
not a sound..
only my breath,
Heartless,
nothing more,
but Heartless..
this is a tragic story of one so cold,
and lone.
How can someone be so Heartless?
Oblivion Vampire
Monday, March 7, 2011
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