>me<

Welcome to my World..

Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memory seeps from my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there So tired of the straight line And everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back And the storm keeps on twisting You keep on building the lie That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference Escaping one last time It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here

>Reminisce<

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

-They call me the black star:-

There she was. Sitting in her usual place smoking that long cigarillo. Her lips had discolored now , they was a black inkiness in them and she had wrinkles all over her face. Her forehead had lines of desperate thinking that she did during her past life. Her eyes had severe dark circles around them, crevasses that overtook the desperate try to defy age. He had left her, amazingly not for any other woman, but said goodbye to life, just like that.Now she was alone, all alone in this dramatic world to live, live with all the will she had just to prove that she is still capable. She can still fight. She still wore that ring around her finger. She still smoked that same cigarillo, she still loved blue, and she still waited for Old Nick to come take her. Take her away from this hypocritical world.It was a rocking chair that he used to sit on, reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe.She had watched over him since that surreal day they first met. And now all of that was gone. He had left her loads of money and tons of memories. But all she longed was that one caress, that one touch of his fingers and that one hug while she slept in his arms.She sat there everyday, for hours smoking her cigarillo, Thinking.. Thinking what, it’s hard for me to figure it out... This is what i am scared of....

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| This angel fell @ 3:07 PM |

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>The Fallen<
My name is...it doesn't matter....All you need to know is that I am a psychoneurotic.I am paranoid.I am obsessive.I am unpredictable. I am jealous.I am domineering.I am over-protective.I suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder. I am a nervous wreck.I am hydrophobic.I am confused. I am guilty.I suffer from mnemophobia.I am unjustified.I am disturbed, demented, deranged and distracted. I am Acrophobic.I am a pessimist.I believe that any man is a sad excuse for a human being.I wish killing men would be legalised. I would have been seen carrying a shot gun with me all the time.I sincerely believe that yin is stronger than yang. I still believe that fire spitting dragons exist even now. I am a crazy shit headed control freak. You are probably much more saner than me..And i probably dont give a shit...