spocklordmagi

I see pain wherever I go Endless decay Tearing at my soul And I don't know why I'd do this to me For my self and time are history I won't distort my visions of past Past encounters I wanted to last troubles measure come to compete whether I win or lose there's not much I can be I can fight and die I can win and still cry but there's one thing I can not do and that one thing I can not do is be true to myself

She is a rose in full blossom. reaching into the creation of life it-self she is a storm in the summer bringing warm rain causing the air to grow sweet she is the swinging tides bringing crashing waves down upon my heavens and she makes me feel happy inside my heart even when she not around she brings me up out of shadows and into the light no more dark im all safe and sound

 Broken The endless quaking, of my bones breaking. A creeping fracture, unlikely to be captured, Creeping slowly towards my sanity. Giving my life no capacity to unwind. Softly mocking and moaning About the growing of endless torture through my existence. As the sound of my veins, boil and bubble in the torment of the reality that is now. the atelier of my innocence, has turned into terror and deceit. and now I must die again, so my life can be put on repeat.