Wednesday, April 23, 2008

two weeks notice

Feed me a pill to make this time pass
But not the one that makes me forget
Just let me pass along everything
So i can be in her arms again

Monday, April 21, 2008

Blood on my hands

Out out cursed spot. Not all the alcohol i drown myself in can remove you
Out damned spot, paranoia has sealed you on me with polyeurethane
Blood on my hands, What is the level below innocent
Where guilt is not even conceivable

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

One of those nights...

That i'm really feeling the depths of my insanity.
that bullshit lie that im bi-polar creeps around in the back of my head like a stray dog
Bahhh, but im not going to do anything about it, i dont need to
What doesnt kill me can only make me stronger