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Krimsonite
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Name: You didn't understand it
Country: Canada
State: Saskatchewan
Metro: Regina
Gender: Male
Interests: Complex thinking
Expertise: The ability to breathe in hell. Complex thinking.
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/27/2005
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| When in doubt just think about the time we almost made it to the finish line, and then thank God that we never made it there. | | |
| Holy shitits. They think that there is a key to get IN!!!. Dear dumb ass Liliths--the key was never intended for the anti to get in anywhere. The key is for locking the door to keep you out of the above places. It doesn't work in the reverse, duh. Now that you are here it may be a very good idea to start cooperating with actual living breathing people.
I watched you try to dominate using Liliths age old method of intoxication. I played along. I studied your behaviour. And now the world will soon know all of your secrets.
Jesus did not die in vain. Nor shall he be shamed by the intoxicated any longer. | | |
| When the key doesn't work in the lock you just need to remember that the original key is gone for good... and that the copies weren't made using the age old method of enduring the precise creation process of the original creator. | | |
| Being asked to join the darkness by people is just a polite way of saying that they regret leaving the light and forget how to get back, and they now need some company to keep them warm. The more the mary ur. | | |
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| It's all over |
June 03, 2006, 04:01:am | |
To hell and back...just to find that it is all worse than before.
I would say that it was fun while it lasted but we both know that I was the only one keeping it all safe and secure. At least I have the added bonus of watching you give your yourself away to those who tried to kill me while trying to find you.
At least my suffering was in vain. Even while you laugh at me now because that's how they have manipulated you to think.
What a lovely day and even a better night.
What a waste of time.
And the worst part is that I don't even care anymore.
SUFFERING
glee through the hope of death
happiness a word better called shit
and a world of it
you motion towards me to supposedly heal my pain
while out of site you let my enemy into your hole
what are you helping me with by trying to save me?
what for?
what's left?
blonde hair and blue eyes
like most of the cliches in porn
what color was your hair and eyes in my dreams?
You don't know?
You had black hair and brown eyes
same difference
I am tormented on both sides of existence
one won't let me go
and another won't stay with just one
what do I do?
I dismiss everyone and everything
I shatter my own dreams and let you go
because they won't let ME go
and you were the key
the one meant to learn this time
and instead you again fell prey to their deception
and you like it
and you forgot about the tortured one left in the wake of your falling
me
dying again
all because you traded in finally setting us both free...
for a thousand piece of asses that one day
will be old and withering as you will be
and you will think back and remember in a flash of memories
just who we were and what we could have been
as I never again return
and we never again meet
forever
what could have been
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