Monday, August 16, 2010

I

as death comes near me
I whisper to my ears
a sweet symphony
cradling me into a juvenile glee
a juvenile peace I've been awaiting to see
yeah, I've been worst than bad
and it chills me
and it pushes me to my grave
after i shut my eyes and shed my tears
I laugh
I sigh
and I said to myself
Im not sorry
Im bad and Im bleeding glitters

im so into emo mode
-------hibernation-------

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