Sunday, July 10, 2005
.:I don't bleed any more 'cause my heart's been crushed
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.
days like these:D
screamed at|9:44 pm
