

A song for idiots*slow melodic guitar track a really weeny american accent sings* Why...Why can't i do this Feeling so self-assured Your touch is now so coldA song for idiots
*huge, fake guitar riff*
*screaming* SO COOOOLD!!!
You never listened to me
*screaming* TO MEEEEEEE!!
You alway had your way
*screaming* YOUR WAAAAAYYYY!!!
I never thought i'd say this but i'm
*both screaming and singing* DEEEEAAAAADD!!!
*smashing of cymbals, back to the melodic track*
Blood pours from my veins *repeated in a quick whisper before the ne


A poem for idiotsDeath. Tortured in my narcisistic cove of woe, A spirit that eats away at all that i hold true, Swallowing. The greif-soaken mastication of meandering dreams, Juxtaposed with the sprightly glint of humiliation, Defecating. Sing for the master of your statuatiry cavern, And learn the words to the exploratorium-ingenue, Rotting. The disease ridden ire of self-actualisation, An epidemic of inner-torture, Stepping out. Seal the scar of your sanctimonious sulphate, Whilst rendering the mind's eye obsolete.A poem for idiots


SpeakOh, I remember you, I fancied your mate, Oh, you think I’m “hot”? Well I’m afraid you’re too late.Speak
What’s that you said? Oh it was nothing, Well I’m on a night out, So stop with your coughing
And think of something, To say to me, please, Your conversation,
is as boring as peas.
I chat with my mates,
You stare in my face, You laugh at such pace, When I speak with distaste.
Why are you here, Embarrassing me? What don’t you speak, In-tell-i-gent-ly?
Crossing your path, Was like taking


Being odd“You’re really odd, did you know that?”Being odd
Had she said it with a smile on her face, I wouldn’t have minded,
And she did, so I didn’t.
Yes all my life I have had to contend with the grim reality of my odd-ness.
At 3 I was living, in a house with my gran, Inquisitive nature, meant I could stand, on the sill of my window, I showed no fear, “GET DOWN FROM THERE” she said with a tear.
Six years old, in the playground, Some little shit makes fun of my frown, I took off my belt and whipped away, To the headmaster’s office I was sent to stay.
Ju
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here lies the destiny...
of two hurt souls afraid to be...
cured again
that could be our epitaph
xxx
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