

DarknessI'm starting to like the darkness now. I can't see myself. I can't see what I know is going on.Darkness
Maybe I hear every little creak, but not if I scream. Not if I drown out everything.
So this is how it has to be to stop feeling this way, to stop feeling the intensity inside. So this is how it has to be if I'm going to stay alive.
I'm starting to like the smallness of my car when no one is there and I am left entirely alone.
I'm used to these tears that I haven't seen in years, that stream down my face almost nightly now. &n


Grim ReaperGrim Reaper, tell me: Who's leaving today? Did I hear you crying As down they did lay? Such glorious morning, Such gloomy a chap, Collecting the men's blood And draining trees' sap,Grim Reaper
Grim Reaper, tell me: Why do you mourn? Why are you weary And why are you worn? Come here, I'll give you A pat on the back, I'll try to make up for The smiles that you lack,
Grim Reaper, tell me: How do you cope With guns at the ready, The knife and the rope? As men drain their cups Poisined up to the brim, I will make y
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