Both SidesThere's a side of her that hates you Her clenched fists strike solid walls Her damaged heart bleeds in vain And she blames you for it all All her suffering and painBoth Sides
There's a rage building up inside of her She wishes you would leave her alone That all of this would come to an end Then she wouldn't think like a drone A one track mind that refuses to mend
She screams at your picture She cries when you don’t appear She wants you to leave
There's a side of her that adores you Her hands want to keep hold of yours Her heart will forev
Dear AngelsDear Angels,Dear Angels
Please let him know how much I love him and how much I miss him. Let him know I'll always be with him, no matter where he goes, for I will be in his heart. Let him know that I'll be there for him when the world is cruel, when the world crumbles around him.
Let him know I'll be a shoulder to cry on, a friend to lean on. Let him know that he is my world. Let him know that he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Let him know that my heart belongs to him.
She Starts To CryShe starts to cry Her heart breaking in two How is she meant to handle this? Watching you leave again It hurts her more than anythingShe Starts To Cry
She starts to cry Every night in her room When will she see you next? Days and weeks pass by wasted Because you are not there
She starts to cry Listening to that song Why does it remind her of you? Your touch remains on her skin Your voice painted on her memory
She starts to cry Held in your arms again What would she do without you? She will never let this go Her love will be fo
Osiris IChapter 1 ~ Arkam CityOsiris I
The machines rumbled as normal amidst the filthy darkness of the underground; the furnace spitting out the chard remains of anything that was fed to it, the massive boiler puffing and hissing as steam leaked out of its loose seams, the system of exhaust pipes rattling and belching out thick black smog. Osiris pulled tighter on the rubber straps at the back of his mask – he preferred them being too tight than being too loose and risking the chance of the noxious air down here seeping into his lungs. He had seen too many men, young men like him, coming underground for the first time with an attitude that
WordsWords. Its all words isn’t it? What we have to say, what we feel, its all words, only words. Words mean nothing and everything. I wish my words meant something to you but I’m not so sure they do. I think they did once but now I can’t be sure. Maybe they never meant a thing to you. All I have are words and they don’t work, I’m sure they don’t. I’m sure you don’t understand what I’m trying to tell you, I’m sure you don’t understand how I feel. No, you can’t get it, you can’t understand because words are inadequate, my feelings are inadequate. I’m sick of words, I’m sick of your words, trying to decipher them, to find theWords
Waiting.Sitting on the window sill listening to the rain fall. nothing ever sounded so beautifull. Wondering silently. thoughts spinning in my head. Wondering if i am the only one here and everything is just fragments of my own mind? Wondering what it would be like if you were here with me. We could sit.and listen to the rain fall. Wondering if you ARE here.Waiting.
And i just can't see you. Wondering if i could ever sit with you. And if you would love me too?
Pulled The Floor Out. . .Feed me false words, Play with my mind, I am but a project,Pulled The Floor Out. . .
for the "higher" of humankind.
Spend your hours alone with me, Give me false hope, I all but realize, You've bound my neck with rope.
Tell me one electric day, That our play has been fun, But now you've had enough, So you pull the trigger of your figurative gun.
Leave me here wounded,
Filled with anguish and regret that I did not see, Through all our time together, You planned on pulling the floor out from under me.
Muse Needed... BADLY!!!
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No one can make you feel inferior without your consent
Life is nothing but a mind fuck .... and a whole bunch of bad days
Approximately 61% of all dogs entering shelters are kil
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