I'm feeling crossed
I take it inside
Burn up the pain
My thoughts are strange
Just like the things
I used to love
Just like the tree that fell
I heard it
If art is still inside
I feel it
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all these strings
They call my veins
Wrap them around
Every fucking thing
Presence of people
Not for me
Well I must remain in tune
Forever
My love is music
I will marry melody
I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Won't you let me take you
For a ride
You can stop the world
Try to change my mind
Won't you let me show you
How it feels
You can stop the world
But you won't change me
I need music
I need music
I need music to set me free
To let me bleed
The past couple of nights have been a whirlwind of strange thoughts. They enter for a little while, then leave again, with only a whisper left in my mind. I feel battered and cold, uncaring about anything except the physical pain that I am craving to bring me back. But of course, I myself cannot inflict it, otherwise, I will bring harsh words upon me by people who love me. (( Except for the God Fucking, Jesus Loving Hypocrite)). I want to be held close now, I want to be touched and told it'll be ok. I want to fall asleep being held close, I want to be near anyone that knows how I feel... I want to be in Florida, I want him to be here, I want to be not alone. At this very moment, I dont know what Im saying. I am beginning to believe that I have truly becoming clinically insane after my little outburst yesterday towards crazy christians who think they can save the world with the words of Almighty God. "God isnt here today". "God" cant save my goddamn soul. It's too late... I just want to be held, by anyone really, anyone who knows what Im feeling, or at least can somewhat comprehend it. I want to be with the guy I love, whether he believes in love or not. I want to be happy.
I am losing my thoughts now, feeling almost delusional... Time for bed I do believe.
Gnite, well to some, Good morning.
have a happy fucking day. :)
oh how I want to be drunk, maybe I'll make sense then....
probably not.
"Joe": y are u still alive miss
death by dolls: not by choice I can tell you that much sir.
"Joe": damnit
"Joe": ur death is imminent
death by dolls: yes sir it is. either by my own hand, or someone else's. Id prefer it to be by my own hands, at my own mercy.
