Turn the pages
Curl the spine
Burn the past
And just in time
No reason left
Just a corpse
Of what was once
A sweet rhyme
Scatter the ashes
Lance the wound
Leave behind
That state of mind
This requiem stands
As my parting words
To a place in time
Misery
Softly screaming flesh entwines
A bitter soul, a heart and mind
Bones aching, crying out
Nerves broken, falling down
A carnal prison demands its due
Shattered reality, shaking terror
A person laughing, whos no longer there
On their knees, they call to you
For a dollar, a dime, any nickel will do
I did my best, I couldnt cut it
A glass too sweet, a bottle too fine
My crime good sir, was that of time
I lost myself, in my own mind
Please good sir, pity me
Vacant souls, their eyes dull and faded
Begging for sacrifice, a minor tithe
Holy sacrament, awaiting nurture
A hand a whore a pipe or a s
Current Residence: Shitty College Favourite genre of music: Industrial/blues/classical/classic rock Favourite style of art: Gothic/Cyberpunk Operating System: Xp/Knoppix STD when needed MP3 player of choice: Cheap as hell, whatever it may be Shell of choice: BASH works for me *shrug* Favourite cartoon character: Sparks
Favourite Visual Artist
Giger? Not sure...
Favourite Movies
Young Poisoner's Handbook
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Beethoven, Hendrix, or :\\//\\//:, take your pick.
Okay...hold on a sec. Going to repost mycomments here because it makes more sense this way...
Well, was talked into this by my lovely fiance. Hoping to eventually get the rest of my stuff at home uploaded. Almost all the digital is at least a year or two old, if not more, the charcoal within the past 6 months, and any photos are random throughout my life. I will hopefully have more to post sometime soon.
My quote wouldn't fit so...ahem "The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills