admiring from afaradmiring from afar,never daring to aproach.you could never lie me,the way that i like you.the excrutiating wait,as my anxiousness builds up.does he already know,when will he find out.i think that i love him,but it's not mutual.the feeling isn't shared,so i will go on.admiring from afar.
cursemy dearest heart has had to much,it cannot take another blow.for my love is a curse,not bad luck.but death will come,to anyone who dares aproach.so here i anm alone again.a random person said hello to me today,the curse has already begun.
it was never your jobYou sit on your high horse and judge those around you.You think youre better than them,But youre not.You blame them but you know what,You ruined your life.If youd wanted a job,You should have gone and got one.Someones got to do it,But you didnt want to be the one who did it.And using them as an excuse for your incompetence
Well you know what?You make me sick.AND I HOPE ALL YOU RACIST BASTARDS BURN IN HELL FOR ETERNITY!
stay awayStay away,Please stay away.Its for the best,Because I love you too.Step back,Dont come to close.It wont do you any good,Trust me.My love is already a curse on your beautiful life,Dont let my presence do the same.To love me or be loved by me,Its a death wish.Just stay away.
am i strange?I believe the most ugly of things are beautiful,Am I strange.I believe a flame is captivating,Am I strange?Rapes and murders intrigue me,Am I strange?I hate heat and love the freezing cold,Am I strange?I love the night scary as it may seem,Am I strange?Actually my idea of a perfect night would be to swim at night in a freezing cold lake,Am I strange?Well, what if I am?Who are you to judge?Because secretly I know you feel the same,Because flames are beautiful,And rapes and murders intrigue everyone as to the mind of the creature in question.And as for the rest,Maybe Im wrong,And maybe I am strange,Even a freak.But at least Im happy.
where is my sisterAs I feel despairs hands clutching me ever so tightly,I sink lower into my memories.Memories of how it used to be when you were here,Here with me.Im not sure I will pull through this much longer,Because I have needs,Needs that only die through your return.Because I love you,And I always will.But what really keeps me lying awake weeping at night,Is the fact that your six feet under ground.This is in a cold graveyard,With no-one.And as you are so young,I feel this is wrong.But its not,You cant die from the cold now.You already did.And as I lie on your bed,In your room,All I can think is how did it come to this.How is it that Im here?How is it that you are not?Where is my sister?