yech mind is blank never stop typing sick of vapid morons with nothing to say nothing to do i have a car no place to go no one to see i want out of this nondescript world let me out let me out i want gone everything's crowding me help leave me be i want my keys back i need help panicking screaming psychopathic tendencies sanitariums and swamps psychic dreams and deja vu to the extreme sketches torn ripped soaked howling cut hair dye die curl cry not me hidden silence hidden by obnoxiousness tears hidden by laughter please someone reaches out but can i take it i don't know should i trust you or should i shove you away timid masqued by dramatics theatrics tricks from all around faeries and daemons angels do they exist some one help the magic is dying am i dying my soul withered shrinking sickening writhing the pain never stops still i go on forever alone no matter how i am surrounded lost in the crush of the crowd drifting who am i
 Flayre The Pyro Girl · Mon Jun 05, 2006 @ 03:02am · 0 Comments |
