

.Here we are in finale mode With pretty things spread around and I just want to destroy you Tear your disgusting blood from disgusting skin from disgusting flesh..
You don't, never, could, understand shit My CCTV is coming through strong and I see you, from my electronic crypt.
I want to watch you, I really fucking do. But you're a terrible person, you know nothing, you never did, ever. and you're watching me
I hope you get the message, I really do. Because tomorrow is a new day and i will have changed, adapted to life and you will sta


A Poem For LoversReturn to me, holding golden ales and red wine spirits.A Poem For Lovers
Lay your cut bruises down to rest, and I will show you compassion. Come to me with a whores kiss, and the devils spawn inside, Lay your poetry for all to see, and I will show you malicion.


Egotism.I find myself mindlessly throwing away thousands of memories with the destruction of sheaves of torn paper and pretty, intricate, detailed shit. I read and savor every last syllable, every drug-fuelled letter and am left hopeless. So few of what I wrote would I wish to show people, because no one could really understand, including myself. Egotism drips like cold blood from a murderers cleaver out onto my mind.Egotism.
I remember writing a lot of it, and concocting my fantasies of freedom, of making a free world. Making it a better place, but in the end I was just searching to be happy. We all do what we can to be happy. Now I am h


Raped(Quiet) Welcome to my mind.Raped
(Enter music)
This is the beginning. There will be no catharsis. The rain is cold. And my weetabix wrong.
Make believe soceity, no exist. Bad lives and true lies. Bend over, (Normal voice) take off your knickers Your mine for tonight.
Meet the skulls of ghosts, That met Martin King. And told him he was wrong. Soceity died, do not fight.
Black men, white child, Open legs, open heart, broken bones, baseball bat. Soceity doesn't exist,
Make believe soceity no exist. &nbs
For Lalande

Boredom I feel numb, generic; no longer distinguishable, just another statistic, another robotic clone ready to be fucked. Concede to conformity, normality; I sleep at night. Accept imperfections; no longer a poorly made sculpture, just sinew and flesh. I long for pain, for drama instead of the repetitive mundane nothingness; attempt suicide out of boredom, an unambiguous attempt to create an angst persona.Boredom
I idolize those who embrace their darkest fate, suffocated by unintelligible despair, using hate as an escape, torment to create the shattered lines in suffering works. I want chaos, defiance; I want
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For The Love Of God
Where are you?
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M5
I'm coming back but I'm mainly completing half-written things and the similar because I can't think of new concepts.
I'm tossing a few around for your ideas though.
Thank you so much for the fave!
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www.kathrynjeanes.com
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take care....drive safely
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Surgically removed myself from myself with 83% success
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M5
Give me a storyline.
My boyfriend creeps your DA.
I creep your boyfriend.
He has nice curtains.
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