what i wantSinking, sinking, Let the white noise fill this void Where I gouged out my emotions let myself fall back To the place where nothing matters To the place, where I can't feel Let me cut off my own hand Watch the blood pouring out And smirk, in spite Hope I'll never feel again, But not really hope Can't feel the burning Can't feel hope's romantic stingwhat i want
Amanda Collins Never WasIt’s so hard to cover up the scars during the spring. It’s so hot around here, people will automatically expect you if you’re wearing layers of clothing, especially when you dress like I do. Well, how I used to dress anyway. Now I’m dressing more so in a Gothic fashion. You know, net tops, chokers, bondage pants, the works.Amanda Collins Never Was
I’m not really into the Gothic clothes, but it’s helped me make new friends. My old friends wouldn’t have gotten it at all. They would have called me a freak for being addicted to the rush, but my new friends wouldn’t be angry or confused. They would get it. Of course, they don’t know, I can’t tell them. Well,
SoulmateSoulmate, spark of lightning Pricking down to the core Goosebumps, burns and Never wanting more Soulmate, cold as winter Blue like December ice Dark days, stupid phase, and Easy compromise Soulmate, crumbling leaf Crushing me apart Falling, we die and Head back to the startSoulmate
Nighttime RomanceMy nighttime romance, jasmine and silver My life sinking slowly beneath me, Heart leaving a trail of blood Rose petals in the forest, Pale woman dressed in black Dress flowing over the ground Immaculate, clean, one with nature Eternal beauty, her face is like the moon So darkly exquisite, Enigmatic yet bright, Obscure and unlit, she's one with the night A goddess in a graveyard, Her voice is like the wind A carress, like a whisper against my skin Faint touch of lips, a pernicious tongue Darts out and tastes sweat Testing, wondering like a predatorNighttime Romance
Devious Journal Entry
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we see nothing but a poor reflection...
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we see nothing but a poor reflection...
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we see nothing but a poor reflection...
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Feelings grow old....so do people...
dont you just love it?
because its so true.
i <3 music.
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we see nothing but a poor reflection...
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we see nothing but a poor reflection...
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