To hell with you. To hell with love...

Dressed Up Like Dreams

I took all of my memories, and threw them in the ocean.
Just like that, they drowned on impact.
In a flurry of nightmares, dressed up like dreams,
I managed to find some clarity.

LUUUCIANO!

Lou! He's a cool one. And he scares me sometimes when he says rawr.
And I owe him an awful lot of hugs. Sooo many my arms might actually fall off.
BUT! I miss him so I don't mind. BUT! Im so mad at him because he left to go to another school.
BUT! It's okay, cause it's Lou.
Miss You BUDDY! :)

A Smile Of Happiness Appeared On Her Bloodless Lips.

You take comfort in knowing you are not alone, but at this moment you do not even know you are any longer. Your foolish lies and your blood-shot eyes are all your aspire to be.

Forget The Name Of The Man's Voice.

Behind the cutrtain of his hands, which veiled his boyish tears.

With a lack-lustre eye, he stared down that cold, desolate road and into the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder than his heart, nothing half so dead.

In Accents Of Childhood Hatred.

It was the prettiest game in the world and they enjoyed it like the children that they were. Oh, the wonderful speeches they made to eachother and the eternal vows they exchanged! They played ath hearts as other children play at ball; only as it were really their two hearts they had flung to and fro they had to be very, very handy to catch them each time without hurting them.

Here Goes...Nothing.

This hand can write the words as fast as I can think them up. In a state of half awake, I fill the page with all my frantic thoughts. I hope one day you'll get to read what I don't have the guts to say.