

SometimesSometimes I go outside when it's dark and cold out When I don't feel alright. Sometimes I do this to be as cold inside as the dark &nbSometimes


Darkness consumes...Darkness consumes the light of a person's day, Whether it be from what a person, a friend, had to say. Or from a action that someone does when they are mad, Even small things like this can make one feel bad.Darkness consumes...
Darkness consumes the light of day, And many times it will just have its way. There can be no helping beacon, no light in the mist Even sometimes asking if one even does exist...
Darkness consumes dreams and makes them nightmares, One can question themself if anyone truely cares. It can muddle thoughts of the day and dreams at night. No matter how hard one tri


The Dark Side of Our Moon...There's a side of us that we show the world, something we want to be. We try to please, make happy, and not annoy everyone that would see. To some, their "life" is like this, because they don't know any other way. To never show the dark side of our moon is their goal each day.The Dark Side of Our Moon...
For in the dark and cold, nothing good can exist in the darkness. For what lies in the shadows, likes a side of us that nobody will miss. For fear, isolation, rejection, and other such negative thoughts exist, It can be hard to keep this side secret, almost impossible to resist.
So as we might go around the i


Shadows of FearFor every day and every time it came I wish it had left me alone to be I would destroy it, had I the strength of aim But this dark thing is invisible to meShadows of Fear
I run from it, I hide within my case As time ticks by I feel my soul is numb But still I try, until my fears I must face Then I feel the fear as I wait for it to come
Against this dark foe I feel powerless It is a black shadow, stealing the light When light is gone, I turn to nothingness An empty shell I become filled with fright
A dark spot stains me as my soul breathes dread Then it's gone


SORRYSORRYSORRY
Sorry I’m not so innocent, Sorry I’m not a slut. Sorry I’m not what you want of me, Sorry I’m not enough. Sorry I don’t lower my shields, Sorry I will not cry. Sorry I sometimes lose my way, Sorry I don’t always know why. Sorry I sometimes run from you, Sorry I hide from sight. Sorry I can be so confused, Sorry I don’t always know what’s right. Sorry I haven’t walked away, When I knew that it was best to go. Sorry I don’t always know what to say, When I have my highs and lows. Sorry I lock away my heart, Because I fear bein


A Clash of WorldsI left my soul corrupted by the words of my own demons. My aura remains broken and decayed by the departure of allA Clash of Worlds
good and evil. I am lost among the remains of blood stained wings
and tarnished glory. My world is shifting into a cloud of doubt and fear, that not even I can control anymore. And I weep my sorrows for all the souls sacrificed for my own well-being. Once powerful and strong, I fought in the name of fate, trusted my faith in the hands of immortal flaws. And I have grown weak with unanswered questions. Walking blindly to the edge of insanity. &nb

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"You should feel honored to hold the Blue Jay Pencil."
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if i dont let myself be happy now...then when?
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Change is the Only Constant
I'll look at your gallery when I get more time
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Above Ground: Adventure. Violence. Mayhem.
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