The night betrays the day as you betray the dead. You continue on living with a bullet in your head. You're not a vampire, nor zombie, not even a ghost, but whatever you are you're what I fear the most.
Walking amongst the shadows, touching every grave thinking of each corpse and the life they gave. Yet you continue to walk, with your abused skin. I question if you're an angel or a spawn of sin.
Your body, a history, of anguish and pain. Out of all things crazy, you seem rather sane. Though troubled, with depression in your eyes, you make it alone, with no family ties.
Sometimes I feel sorry for the creature you are; you could bleed forever and it'd just be a scar. I don't know of your age, you seem an immortal man. Your appearance is nothing compared to your life span.
On your wrists I see gashes, an attempt to end it all, but for some reason death won't take your call. You're the depressing tale of an immortal man who tries to take his life in any way he can.
13 November 2008, 05:46
4 November 2008, 02:15
31 October 2008, 07:35
Happy Halloween
going out tonight?
25 October 2008, 05:55
you gone off so fast!
i'm really fine
hope you are same
22 October 2008, 10:50
cuz of the time difference
hmmm hope we catch someday
nice day