Surrounded
I'm on pins and needles
Tonight I'm not alone
it walks right beside me
But I've just never known
It wraps itself inside me
It takes away my breath
With so little time now
I've got so little left

I'm trapped in the fire
The memories of my past
I'm burning in regrets
And I've aged much too fast
I cannot escape
From what it's done to my mind
Thrown to the shadows
It's so close behind

The pain of my life
Can't buy me more time
I'm broken and bruised
And I'm losing my mind
Nothing breeds Nothing
when Nothing remains
I've come to the end
Of nothing of pain

A Morgan pillow? 3pts
A Heavy Petting? 5pts
A Full body Massage 10pts
A Blow job ? Priceless
For everything else there?s Raspberries

Shadow Man
Night is fear
Fade to black
Disappear
No one last time
No freedom of choice
Choking on guilt
And it's taken away my voice
And this death that I sense
Is so very clear
Beyond tonight I'll disappear

"Sudden silence I realize
Breaking teardrops in the rain
With every breathing moment
The pillars are sustained
Waking hands attached to nothing
Tightly clutching close
Each sleeping vision speaks unheard
And heaven only knows"

Live, Love, Be, Belive.

Solvent
So blind to the influences I create, sometimes I need to remember how I seem.
Can I blame people for taking a likening, I feel uncomfortable in the backwards setting. Outsiders loath the attention, but truth be known I wish to dismiss such factions.
Forgetting some of the most basic rules I?ve decided about nature?s law.
Things seem on the up. It?s more of a conditional response. Often they always are.
There is no questioning.

4x6
I miss my babe more than the stars miss a full moon sky
Can?t help but blame for all the ugliness felt inside
My words mean nothing, and my actions do no speaking
Still I try
Can?t you see
Can?t you see
Worlds passing slow and life?s brutish.
Dealing with Respect, how problematic
Life?s beloved admiration works, only if you let it
Can?t you see
Can?t you see
Still I ?

"maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy,
it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy.
i call them bodies but, they are attentive too,
i feel the social glare i feel the attitude."

Can i Cut it?
I look forward to the beloved smile, yet I?m hunted by its innocent beauty that I destroyed, one so stamped out and corrupted in ways of life . Am I so wrong to loath my own well being? I wish to be torched and slain in a most gruesome ways. I think nothing of actions that would cause me scars. One more mark to show my punishment, one more self inflected bruise to add to my remorse. My body?s a canvas, on which I can paint the pains of my sorrow. May I become as ugly on the outside as I feel within.
?Lick the blade one more time.?

"And the burden of the LORD shall ye mention no more: for every man's word shall be his burden; for ye have perverted the words of the living God."