you win
i added you, you win. i give up.
"every picture you paint, i will paint myself out."
i've decided all my revelations are meaningless. you were right heather.
i'm turning off my phone. im not writing in this journal or the other.
like my little book i write in, my pages are falling out and falling apart. soon there will be nothing left but dreams skribbled down on scattered pages.
as for now i rest as only devils do, screaming beneath 6 feet of malice. revenge for all those i've wronged, and for all these things i leave unsaid, undone. as i will become, undone.
knock on my door and you will be greeted with a silence only the dead can bring,and trust me reader, the flesh is warm but my lips are cold, the soul is dead.
thus i end my final lj entry with a melodramatic moment of despair.
"every picture you paint, i will paint myself out."
i've decided all my revelations are meaningless. you were right heather.
i'm turning off my phone. im not writing in this journal or the other.
like my little book i write in, my pages are falling out and falling apart. soon there will be nothing left but dreams skribbled down on scattered pages.
as for now i rest as only devils do, screaming beneath 6 feet of malice. revenge for all those i've wronged, and for all these things i leave unsaid, undone. as i will become, undone.
knock on my door and you will be greeted with a silence only the dead can bring,and trust me reader, the flesh is warm but my lips are cold, the soul is dead.
thus i end my final lj entry with a melodramatic moment of despair.