Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
I open your love eyes and I love
your cold look.
I could smoke you a kiss but
I see you not to prefer.
I’ll break the glass you drink from and then
You can find me in everything.
After you drink the floor
Left on the broken pieces.
You hand my despair
laugh of all I’ve choked with
and will deffinetly choke some more.
Coz there are enough veins in my room
and my lighter is still cooking on the top of your head.
I wonder if there are people who can't be sad.
Is sadness something we were born with or did we get it by simply living?
I wish I could be many.
Be myself but...in more ways than one. I look in the mirror and realize I can't perceive myself. How weird is that?:))