

I'm Growing oldI have grown tired of unexpected calls and the lack of commitment to your words; of superfluous monologues that kept me lying on the cold floor as i wondered whether your words were fake or not.I'm Growing old
I've grown tired of the words you chose not to speak but came out anyway in the middle of your speech; of how you think i was caught up in the past, while you failed to notice I resented your present behavior.
I have grown tired of pointing fingers, of listening to your excuses and coming up with never accomplished compromises. I have had grown tired of him yet I gre


Nostalgia finally caught upThe wind whispers to my ear -memories I buried long ago- And kisses it goodbye; seducing me only to later run away creating whirlwinds with its steps, whirlwinds which suck my mind in.Nostalgia finally caught up
As she leaves its place; my body becomes an empty shell -patiently awaiting- Yet, my mind ventures inside where lay decayed figures she knows far too well.
Between all those familiar figures a hidden blood soaked road appears that reminds me of a past I'd rather forget. But she grins and hurries her steps following the smell of death, and the scre


army of parasitesOnce sunshine filled landscapes turned to brown, desolated forests; home of newly born spirits; judgedarmy of parasites
and destined to atune for their lack of purpose to the cursed.
Parasites marching towards their goal. Bitting, torturing,
and killing innocents for fun. Impulses triggering each action; The pack of blue-hearted soldiers, act in spite of self-fulfilment.
One by one fall those who get in their way; victimized by natural selection and even their own kind. This ruthless army shall never die, for they multiply in 9 months time.


reali swear to Godreal
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him think of something poetic and real and un-cliché, just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
&nbs


How I hate her......How I hate her more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell. moreHow I hate her......
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell you want me to feel well And then you tell tell "don't worry about her trace on my cock and her blood on my heart we are no more, and broken appart"
How I hate her more than dolls prettier than mine. more than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine" you tell me it's over
done and bye but I still see her in your eye eye it's such a lie lie
How I Hate Her More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad. &n
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