and a big "fuck you" to all the haters out there...
Don't use it, if you can't feel it
Don't be it, if you don't see it
In a world, so full of pain
I can barely say your name
Don't use it, if you can't feel it
Forgive...
And we steal our experience from an object that suffers
But the brightest pain leaves a shadow on no one
I saw you through the window masturbating to the violence
And the blood and the bodies floated through the blue sun.
And the green earth turns to flesh in your hand
And the ether was born in the lungs of an ancient man
We hallucinated at night.
Our mind's in the light
But I can't feel the body of the image which is now penetrating my sight
But you're beautiful.
And you're real
Are you beautiful?
Are you real?
And my body begins where your memory ends
You were melted from stone.
I was touched by your hands
I can feel it when pleasure moves up your spine
I can tell we're alive because your blood just blended with mine
And the angels of heaven never sacrificed a sensation as pure as the cut of this knife
And the wisdom contained in the telepathy of fear
Solidified our suffering into the droning sound I still hear
But you're beautiful.
And you're real
Are you beautiful?
Are you real?
one last rant before i close the doors on my personal life and opinions in this particular journal. there have been some... things... going on in my personal life recently. these things involved no one but myself and the other person that i was dealing with. but apparently, some people decided that it was their right to step in and offer advice on my mental state. this is bullshit, considering that there may be 2 or 3 people on my entire list of friends that really, really know me. and it certainly wasn't one of those select few. so, may i say clearly and openly, that you do not fucking know me. you know what i have chosen to show you. you don't know the whole story, and you never will. because it's none of your fucking concern.
i am going to continue on with my life, and someone who really cares about me.
that's all, folks.
But I'm the only one left to blame
I am reborn with flesh of solid steel
I am reborn with the need to heal
I was in love with something inside
I was above everything
I tried
new journal coming soon...
Don't be it, if you don't see it
In a world, so full of pain
I can barely say your name
Don't use it, if you can't feel it
Forgive...
And we steal our experience from an object that suffers
But the brightest pain leaves a shadow on no one
I saw you through the window masturbating to the violence
And the blood and the bodies floated through the blue sun.
And the green earth turns to flesh in your hand
And the ether was born in the lungs of an ancient man
We hallucinated at night.
Our mind's in the light
But I can't feel the body of the image which is now penetrating my sight
But you're beautiful.
And you're real
Are you beautiful?
Are you real?
And my body begins where your memory ends
You were melted from stone.
I was touched by your hands
I can feel it when pleasure moves up your spine
I can tell we're alive because your blood just blended with mine
And the angels of heaven never sacrificed a sensation as pure as the cut of this knife
And the wisdom contained in the telepathy of fear
Solidified our suffering into the droning sound I still hear
But you're beautiful.
And you're real
Are you beautiful?
Are you real?
one last rant before i close the doors on my personal life and opinions in this particular journal. there have been some... things... going on in my personal life recently. these things involved no one but myself and the other person that i was dealing with. but apparently, some people decided that it was their right to step in and offer advice on my mental state. this is bullshit, considering that there may be 2 or 3 people on my entire list of friends that really, really know me. and it certainly wasn't one of those select few. so, may i say clearly and openly, that you do not fucking know me. you know what i have chosen to show you. you don't know the whole story, and you never will. because it's none of your fucking concern.
i am going to continue on with my life, and someone who really cares about me.
that's all, folks.
But I'm the only one left to blame
I am reborn with flesh of solid steel
I am reborn with the need to heal
I was in love with something inside
I was above everything
I tried
new journal coming soon...