|Kinda quiet, moody much, socially sick.|
Burning ClocksSlip rose petals between my lipsBurning Clocks by Vohyd
Green faces with rolling heads
Slither the tongue
Eyes carving their way into me
The Violent Lot with Lavender HeartsDrain faces of expressionThe Violent Lot with Lavender Hearts by Vohyd
Doll eyes with forgetful eyelids
Bent and broken -- distorted and jagged
Exsessive blood -- bubbling, trickling, fresh
Splattering the pain
Writer as dark as the ink
Plenty of memories no one remembers
Spreading his own on white
The disease of ink
His pages stick together
Read through the blood
And melted ink
Devious Journal Entrythe pointlessness of existenceDevious Journal Entry by bubbleslayer
ever wonder why?
we are on this shiny blue dot, it's a miracle that we have evolved that we did go this far...
like a hive, millions of lives moving in predictable little circles
unknowingly obeying laws of nature and mathematics
It is all so arranged, whether we like it or not.
but the individual is pointless.... what would be the reson behind experiencing life?
when the reality within and the outer world has no chance to meet up.
we are floating trough life, our one chance to be
not able to fully do anything
to love without fear
the only reasonable thing we can do is to improve our minds
but than... what for?
for the worms to chew on our brains?
for the future generations?