twisted whisperer's blog: "rated r"

ciggarette smoke all around me caressing subjects of a heart thats falling hold my breath and break down a wall a babys cry breaks the fall the smell of incence fills the room innocent smiles of how to get back at you raise my fists and form a whole making it hard for you to swallow.... a candles flame trying to reach the ceiling a knife to a wrist to shake this feeling i hope, i pray, to anyone who will hear to see you in pain...to see you drown in your beer

sketched out like a painting by Piccasso perfectly screwed up yet so great reminds me of a time long ago when our lives werent at stake your face is perfectly aligned yet your brain is jagged like a rock and you pray for the right time to make your move just to block in the blink of an eye, all is betrayed and your moto is now turned to kill and you let me down i am now decayed a priceless substitute of what you have at your will you might come to your sences someday while youre lying on your deathbed dying at a very young age and the guilt is finally in your head and with the last breath you take and the last words you speak you break down, youre so pathetically fake you kiss me...and say youre sorry