Laugh cause it's sad, cry cause it feels good, all mixed up, like a chemistry experiment gone wrong. Living in these labratories, broken glass to show for all your better living, dry humor, wry smiles, ever feel as if your internal organs are becoming dust? Fading fast, the last drops at the bottom of the bottle tempt and you falter because, well ( Read more... )

Been swiming in a sea of whiskey drifting in the haze, to many cigarettes, pills and alot of marijuana later he held his head as the world fell away the pieces of the puzzle ceased to fit their edges becoming jagged shreading the weak membrane of illusion which sustained life in this place. As the oxygen rushes we reach for one another , torn apart ( Read more... )

As the skies come crashing down ( Read more... )

Welcome to the land of induglene in excess,marijuana and prescription abuse,libertines like dancin skeletons a whole new truth pulsing in your veigns. The world shakes beneath your feet as the crowds surge the chorus , a thousand screaming souls each one determined, dedicated to this like there's no going back and that's alright. Never held any ( Read more... )

Consumed in a single breath. All the wonder of the world wrapped in the exhalation of smoke from ravaged lungs by way of pale lips. Past and present come to their inevitable singularity giving birth to the future. Holding on one moment at a time, a string of pearls hung around a slender neck, toyed with and adored by fingers child-like in their ( Read more... )

From one cigarette to the next and on to another ( Read more... )

Chalk white bleached bones gnawing away at fingers, laugh HA HA HA. Happy smile die.

Hold your breath, bite your tounge,and the world spinning , fade to black fall relapse, feel her hands a ghostly impression on your stomache your hips,and the taste of blood on the tip of her tounge hiding behind a soft pout " It would of been better with more." is all that's said, and the ghost of her is gone tho the traces remain scent on your ( Read more... )

"Gold for death, like so much blood shed, gold for death how appropriate ( Read more... )

right. a thousand voices all screaming in chrous and absolutly silent, the waves crash upon the shores and I, and I swoon into their ghastly beautiful graces , and to sink like a stone to twirl like some kind of paper bird and the sea becomes the somme and than nothing at all, a great void ....so sad to find such comfort in dread, day to day rain ( Read more... )