But there are those who already have this gate open....are they crazy? Or are they simply wiser then ourselves? Or are they so deep in thought that the possibilities our minds cannot handle it since the gate is closed.


Forget itThe music blaring in my ears I have become numb The blood which i don't bleed I have become numb The tears that i can't shed I have become.. Numbing that will not heal I am worthless Tears that fall I am worthless Bleed that gushes out of the wound I am.. I am worthless and alone I cannot bleed I am nothing i am but air I cannot bleed I am something just thrown away I cannot... I cannot stop what i feel forget me I cannot stop the pain forget me The wounds won't bleed anymore, And yet I am still alive.... &Forget it


DiaryI watch the years come and go, Summer into fall, winter into spring. The hours into days, life into death. And yet my life has yet to end Or has it?Diary
My life is ever lasting after death And my skin is full of color after a meal. And although everything changes, I cannot.
Why? Because i have died already. I wish for rest- my final resting. But while death is considered a tomb, Life is mine.
So i sit, Watching and waiting my loves passing. My cold heart cracking and yet i am content. Although it is interesting watching my pr


The truth none the lessIs it so wrong of me to think That just for one second that i will be happy, Content with my life and confident in my Decisions when I answer someone truthfully?The truth none the less
Or must i continue to worry that I'm hurting you Or some one else, To embarrassed to admit that I didn't want something to go on, or that something Is wrong in my eyes although its not in yours?
Should i use the satisfaction of others and try to derive The happyness from that and morph it into
My own and hope that one day i will Be happy just because everyone else is?
Am i being selfish for


Peeping tom, The killerSweet, sweet baby. I love how you move about your house, Swaying your hips so slightly, As taunting as it is i must stay away.Peeping tom, The killer
Sweet, sweet baby. I think about your screams, And how my touch would cause them, Horrible they seem to others but to me...
Sweet, Sweet baby. You won't be calling my name, You won't be screaming of pleasure, The pain will fade eventually as will your life.
Sweet, sweet baby. You will soon be mine, Your soft skin and your lovely body, Cold and very pale and your eyes clouded over.
Sweet, sweet ba
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telling you how i feel is like telling a wall to paint its self.
-watches you back- X3
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telling you how i feel is like telling a wall to paint its self.
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Icon by *ShadowthShapeShifter
Commissions :: Click Here
YOUR BOOTY SHIVVERS ME TIMBERS ARG
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telling you how i feel is like telling a wall to paint its self.
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Icon by *ShadowthShapeShifter
Commissions :: Click Here
YOUR BOOTY SHIVVERS ME TIMBERS ARG
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