rad.

“she is gods best work 
and the devils best friend”

“she is gods best work 
and the devils best friend”

i wish mental pain would leave a scar so at least then id have proof of how bad i do hurt

Her pale beauty,
treated me with cruelty
because i was just another 
blurred face, 
that swept by fluently,
i was trying to grab a rose,
but got a fist full of thorns,
tried to sail and endless sea
but got caught in the storm,
shes beyond every painting,
every song and art form,
showing her beauty through words
something i cannot transform,
how badly i want her
though i know it cant be
i want my rose, and to raise my sails 
send me back out to sea,
i cannot blame her
because she knows not her beauty,
loving from a far, i pleasurably 
endure my cruelty

overdose blood runs from his nose to his chin not a red blood, but a cloudy white mix he manages to mumble as he leans and goes limp tha darkness surpunds and slowly gets cold his skin no more warmth , his heart no more soul a few hours later, a knock at the door his mother walks and johns on the floor never thought it could hapen always said no not me now john lies in a casket buried 6 feet deep

Don’t ever feel the need to write , for when you don’t the words of the world fill your page of a mind