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.

Oh, That Smile.

Wordless, and content.
Shy, and yet you make your way into my heart.
In a moment, I am captivated by your eyes, trying to figure out what your thinking.
I'm sure you know what's going on in my mind though.
Uncertainty gives me chills however. Can this be for real? Can this work?
I become uneasy, then surley, begin to feel sick.
And then you smile your smile.

Thanks, Really.

You make me feel like I mean nothing to you.
You can so carelessly rip my heart out, leaving me no hope to carry on.
You make me feel guilty, like I'm being selfish....When really, you know it's you.
You can try to console me, try to act like you care, but what you dont know is that I can see right through your vapid lies. Do you really beleive I am that naive? Well, I am, and unfortunatly, that is what you feed off of.
Your promises are empty and it took me far too long to realize how rediculous it was to have faith in you. You say you love me, you care, you want whats best for me. What have you done to show me that what you say is true? This is the moment I realize that there's nothing good about you.