Tell me how to weep and moan

May 19, 2005 20:52

"Why can't I look at her anymore. I just can't. Something's there. Haunting and slow, it knows I hate it but it doesn't care. Why can't I just look at her, look past and let it fade back to black.
It didn't come from black, it was always there.
So I can only stare at it, and watch it taunt me for as long as I look at her.
It moves throughout her, a silent killer with no intetion of death by it's own hands.
Self suicide, driving me mad, liquid hazes of red stream upwards.
Anger, hate, and desperation.
Why can't I just glimpse at her, just to take in her form without the sharp spikes of pain gouging into my spine
Because the look she gives you, it tells you she's not yours.
Jealousy
Jealousy
Dear Sweet Jealousy
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Hmm..So yeah, had a concert Met Heather mom... She's nice which makes me wonder how'd heather go so terrbily wrong But whatever.

A friend of mine got punched and kind of stumbled and fell and was bleeding Apparently he decided to play a joke on someone without a sense of humor. And I don't think they liked him to start off with. Not Smart But now everyone wants to beat up the other kid because he hit bim. Idiots
Rule #3 :
Do NOT "Joke around" with some one who you do not talk to a whole lot and basicly isn't that much of your friend what so ever.

The only reason why I'm even half way defending the guy who hit my friend is I know a few people I'd punch/fight if theye even so much as tried to act buddy buddy with me, or even joked around with me in the wrong way.
So yeah.
-Jester
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