Dec 05, 2004 19:30
This is the love song that angels sing aloud
Wipe those tears that hide your fears
Tonight beauty strikes again...
There she is again in 100 pools of blood
She never faked it this good when
Cherry lips spelled out her name
Screaming SEX SEX SEX
Like 100 prayers for fame
But our dream never came
Just contrasts of white and black
leaving her fresh tracks,
Only to let death attatch to my heart
In 100 pools of blood
You never tasted this good
Thats not my lame excuse for a poem. Just some thoughts I had in mind that I can't really sum up in one long paragraph. Who knows, maybe someone can make sense to it. My playlist is almost done. Mainly NJ bands but I have Aidenn, Arson, Bedlight For Blue Eyes, Bullets over Broadway, The Calm, Acoma, Yesterday's Rising, and some more I don't remember. Its stupid, but time consuming though so this should be good.
I woke up around 3:30 this afternoon because Chris called me woke me up (arg) I ended up going to the diner to have breakfast around 4:30 with him and Eleanore. It was pretty nice. Just got back an hour or so ago and I'm ready to sleep again. Life is going good without this Trileptel(sp). Then again, I can't remember things that much that happened in the past so I'm not exactly sure, but I'm feeling good now. I want to do some photography soon. I was talking to Elo and she sounds really kewl about it. Who knows, maybe I'll ask her.
It's a good feeling not to be high all the time.
.. or is it?