Feb 27, 2006 16:55
has there ever existed a thing so grand,
than a night all alone with a whiskey in hand?
Nothing but an angel fallen from his grace,
a master of corruption, with an innocent face.
If you know your fate, then why try to stop it?
Live life til the end, so no one can top it.
Destiny
its testing me.
Well this just in:
you're not gonna win.
so why not lay down
and succumb to the sin.
Staring through the window
at the store vending vintage dreams
Half of them are intact
The others are torn at the seams.
thought i'd take the time to sit down and write these ones out
theyve been taking up too much space in my head.
its good to get them out.
not feelin too great about now, but i think im starting to feel better.