Monday, June 6, 2011

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I wear black because it blends well with my soul.
 
Sometimes when I open my eyes in the morning I can't help but wonder, is it really such a great thing to be alive? 

My finger's on the trigger and you're in my way.

Go ahead, kiss her. I hope she bites your lip and you choke on the blood.

They say when you get knocked down get back up. But what if you have been knocked down so much you’re tired of getting up?

 I don't lie but I never tell the truth.

Didn't you hear, heaven didn't want me and hell was afraid I'd take over... 
 
There is always some form of truth in deception…

The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to move silently among us.

Hate me for I am a sinner, but hate yourself first.

Your worst nightmares are my sickest desires.

We're all bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it.

Sometime the things we dream about the most, are the things our heart fears most.

You can say you know how I feel from just looking to my face, but I guess everything I am, I hide on the inside.

Rip out my heart; put it out of its misery. It deserved better than I gave it.

In the darkness you don’t see what stares back at you…

 I don’t stay in the darkness so that people can’t find me, but to see who’s brave enough to look.

Darkness never really goes away, not once you've seen it.

I have a scary question: Is it me or my reflection? Now here's a scarier one: Is there even a difference anymore?

My tears are dry, my smile is fake, what more do you want?
 

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