Ma name ees Spih-er mane!
ma spih-er sane-ses awer tang-leen!
danger ees approach-in! Ah cane see tha robbers ferm a moil aw-oy!!
*music begins*
Spih-er Mane,
Spih-er mane,
dose wah-eeaver a spih-er cane...
buh om nawt,
spih-er mane,
ah am ohn-lay heeis photog-ra-for! bwahahahaha okay what the hell is my problem I don't know
one step forward,
two steps back
Here I go
i'm moving away
from the things
I have started
and im not
gonna end
I will be going forward
until there is something to
stop me
and that always happens
before I can
finish
what I didn't
start
The sun's in my view
it's blocking my
time
the night is my gown
and my morning
is black
I wake up to find
two shoes at my feet
that I'll never slip on
and I'll
never
defete
they walk towards me
closer,
they're coming
for
me,
the body inside
is holding
three;
three weapons in one
a hand
blade
and
body,
it's coming so swift
it's coming for me
I dread it's nearing
I dread it's voice,
her name is an
antonym
of
wonder
and glee
It's terrible
horrendous
and stunning
to the ear,
but names don't always
come by name
but by
fear...
she watches for harm
and dread
in my eyes
her name is a flicker
of no mercy
just
[{pain}]
-Depression ikura
Death
it's beautiful
it's reassuring
your alone
or maybe
you aren't.
Someone out there
is waiting for you
and someone out there
is dying for you
someone out there
is waiting to be
noticed when he
or she
is around
[~`you'~]
Sometimes they think of you
before they
wake up
every
morning.
when you glare at them
they want to hug you
and beg you
to stop
it.
When they smile at you,...
it's like nothing every
person can just
find on
a street
corner.
but death is a beautiful thing
if you aren't
[{alone}]
-Dominick Hellfire
Oh my god I wish my dad would just go away sometimes
Every fucking time he comes into the house, he says "You have twenty minutes". Doesn't matter if it's on the computer, watching the Tv, or sitting in a chair. "you have twenty minutes.''. How about, go back to work, darts, or wherever the hell you came from?
I don't get it! I'm 15, not 10! Eleven o'clock, I get to stare at my ceiling now for about 2 hours. NOT EXAGGERATING! and he knows it too! But no... it's like he wants me to learn the meaning of 'stare at the ceiling' which in his language, is a 'good night's sleep'. I've had trouble sleeping since I was about 5, and it's not going to change. When I was five or six, I used to play with my fingers in a desperate attempt to fall into a hopefull dream before my MOM WOKE ME FOR SCHOOL IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!