Things just arn't what they seem as you walk by life glaring on your way. Life is neither to short nor to long ,it just is. Sometimes I sit here and wonder if I'm waisting my life but then I remember the times Ive had. The bad times that make me cry days on end for seemingly no reason, The good times that bring the rare smile to my ugly mug, The smirk of perversion as my mind takes everything the wrong way. The times that I need to say Im me. I, Jules.
I watch at night for vampires with my blanket snug against my neck as if the fabric could stop them.
I watch at night as I wait for the dreams of things rather forgotten to pass
I watch my life go by and sigh ,wondering if I'm doing enough or to much.
My mind is envaded by someone else's thoughts, makingmy bones cry out in pain as if cancer gripped it , as if an octupus had it's abominable mouth on it crunching and sucking out the marow.
Waiting for death I see my life as it was.. as it is.
Everything dies
I will die
but will I die as some empty shell or as Jules .
I need to be Jules
Darn the people who hold me back
Darn the ones who wont take my help
I should not have to take penance for the crimes of the dear.
I should live till I truely die
or die till I truely live
 Julianna Morte · Sun Feb 05, 2006 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |
The chicks keep marching till we get dem