Sin.How hard can it be...Sin.
He sets himself up for failure as he moves onto the playing field, a pawn placed at the frontline.
I just wanted to be different...
There's nothing to fall back on yet, the threads of sympathy are still weaving themselves hurriedly beneath his feet. Uncomforting, to say the least. Sympathy watches you and comforts, but it does not break your fall. But he doesn't know that, because he never will, even though a long time later his subconscious will comprehend, unwillingly.
I can scream.
It's like a guide. He wonders if there is some greater power. Is there? O
Contusions of an Illusion.Dreamers' melodies drift gently, afloat On wings of gentle lush desires - seeming Illusions, always wanted. Every note Hit without discord is another dreaming, Ever the same of golden wings and poised Delicately; Pastel colours evoke Visions which the mind grasps, and yet avoids. Still, it was the darkness, lonely till now When it springs from its trap, snarling, lip curledContusions of an Illusion.
In contempt - another kind of spellbound. Limbs stiffen, eyes wide, transfixed by this world As the mind rages mad, pursued by hellhounds. And when from slumber the dreamer awakes, Don quixote;
At Night.Starlit sky, overlooking the starless night, Brings a veiled essence of dying myth. The fabled tyger is burning bright; Threading breathy winds with the will-o'-the-wisp. Light does not exist. It rides the ghost train To a distant horizon. Whispered elegies Become bitter cruel intentions to maim And mar and kill, ever so perfectly. Phantoms slip away from tales so heartless, But the skyline is the steadiest to fall; The floodlights blink in the darkness, And try to consume us all. Look inside, and you will find Explosives deep within my mind.At Night.
Lock and Load.I'm standing in front of my reflection, in the mirror. It's time to think. And sometimes that's a bad thing, but not always. Reflect, contemplate, such fancy words for such a simple process of the mind. Looking at this image of myself, it's almost too easy to believe that I'll never make it. The whole world is just... pitted against you, and there's nothing you can do about it. Equality's gone down the drain, but we're still all looking for it. Just like other things. Just like answers.Lock and Load.
We're always looking for answers.
It's a part of human nature, our flawed, imperfect selves. Some are just less fortunate than other
alskdjfhlksjdafh
Eager
P.S. will you marry me?
P.S: fucking hell yeah.
--
:icongrompplz:
*
--
--
Click to protest FairExposure | Help! I'm being repressed! | You're too stupid to be an atheist
--
"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised."
George F. Will
Previous Page1234Next Page