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[02 Dec 2006|04:52pm]

[ mood | accomplished ]



   The only thing left 
   when my lips touched yours


  An empty bucket filled
  with sensation

     to last this dripping sound

//Expressing 1 Window Into My Soul\\

[07 Mar 2005|05:15pm]

So how many of you guys enjoy "Shakespear" [so, so sic]?
//Into My Soul\\

Not Real [04 Feb 2004|09:22pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

No Touch.
No warm breath upon your skin.
No tears to wipe away,
Not real.

Change of heart.
Feeling the inevitable.
A liar.
Soulless one with an apatite.
Your the bread and wine.

Taste of tears.
Taste of lips that can't caress your own.
No skin upon skin.
No life.

I'm not real.
Just a simple state of mind.
What is state?
A mere distance.
The cause of my pain.

Anger and hate.
A flood of sweet ambers.
Orchard yards of dead.
Peaceful souls, deadly souls.
Oh! Sweet soulful one,
Lend me your hand.
Break through this,
I want to be real.

Make me.
Feed my soul with your beautiful smile.
Let me hold you and call you mine.
Break me free from two.
Lift me higher.
Tell me truth.
Confusion owns me.
Fix me.

I'm alone.
I'm not real.
You havn't touched me.
You don't know me.
You havn't seen me cry.
You don't know me.
I'm not real.
You don't know this anger.

No touch.
No warmth.
Just me.
Me alone.
Thinking of apathy.
Wanting it back...
You stole me.


//Into My Soul\\

testing [04 Feb 2004|04:05pm]

//Expressing 3 Windows Into My Soul\\

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