lies, sin and overdose;
i am sitting upon the symbol of vanity--i am bleeding backwards for you.
juxtaposed, i am sitting between a silhouette and a mirror and as i feel the reflection staring at me, i bleed forward.
everything is standing still, and nothing appears to be what it seems-but i'm not suprised
i am lost in this imaginary room with white walls, but no ceiling or floor, and i think to myself, "this is serenity."
you aren't who you say you are.
do you prefer your lips to remain stitched?
you narcissistic thief, you are a liar.
dread has overwhelmed me.
the dreadful light that casts upon the false shadows, pulls together all their hideous faces into a noose, but after awhile, they become shadows again.
i can not grasp the meaning of words--as if you cut off my head with a dull knife, and left me to bleed.
the intensity seemed excessively black, yet, i feel nothing.
juxtaposed, i am sitting between a silhouette and a mirror and as i feel the reflection staring at me, i bleed forward.
everything is standing still, and nothing appears to be what it seems-but i'm not suprised
i am lost in this imaginary room with white walls, but no ceiling or floor, and i think to myself, "this is serenity."
you aren't who you say you are.
do you prefer your lips to remain stitched?
you narcissistic thief, you are a liar.
dread has overwhelmed me.
the dreadful light that casts upon the false shadows, pulls together all their hideous faces into a noose, but after awhile, they become shadows again.
i can not grasp the meaning of words--as if you cut off my head with a dull knife, and left me to bleed.
the intensity seemed excessively black, yet, i feel nothing.