presevatives
Wednesday, 20. February 2008, 09:40:38
boardom. twists distotoring light. bending my self and memory. fading through moments of fading images. faces and smiles hidden in places that never existed. turning my mind into nothing. clouded. lightning flashing through, days when things dont seem to matter. thoughts truely dont matter.
this is the buireal of emotion, as the grave lay open, time flowing in. falling from inches above our base, filling the space where a casket will lay. filling the space destroying the darkness. containing the sould. traped in a box.
this is me.
traped in a box.
with no hope of inter action. no hope of futer of life.
forever presevered. traped.
what does it take for your mind to crumble, create new worlds from the clouds formed around you.
this is my world.
contained in my head
guided by nothing.
as im locked in my box.
buired benieth.
no flowers placed.
no more.
this is me. the end. the begineing. just me. all in my head.
it doesnt matter becuase its onle my. and i will survive.
NONE OF THIS IS REAL.
this is the buireal of emotion, as the grave lay open, time flowing in. falling from inches above our base, filling the space where a casket will lay. filling the space destroying the darkness. containing the sould. traped in a box.
this is me.
traped in a box.
with no hope of inter action. no hope of futer of life.
forever presevered. traped.
what does it take for your mind to crumble, create new worlds from the clouds formed around you.
this is my world.
contained in my head
guided by nothing.
as im locked in my box.
buired benieth.
no flowers placed.
no more.
this is me. the end. the begineing. just me. all in my head.
it doesnt matter becuase its onle my. and i will survive.
NONE OF THIS IS REAL.
