misterjesus

Somethings broken inside me. something that can't heal, something I live with every day. Why do I never change?

because I don't deserve to. I am stuck this way without a chance of release.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.

But it's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breath, to feel, to know I'm alive.


till death do us part has no meaning beyond shallow empty hurtful words that we tell ourselves to perpetuate the lie even further.

once in days past that skies seemed full of promise it was nothing but an empty vessel waiting to be filled with hate and spite, the power that one holds over the heart is a fragile string just waiting to be cut.

then we forget that we all have feelings as we ruin what remains of their self esteem.

How does a person get to the point when the stop being human?

As it gets warmer and the summer lovers come out to flaunt all they have together the dizzy happiness of being together the wretched sweet smiles the cloying perfume of lust between them it turns my stomach makes me ill makes me turn away. Theirs is the future, mine was the past, a past of single infactuation a past of caring without asking and now is a prospect of a future without purpose.

just as a spider continues to walk with it's legs broken I continue to live with my spirit broken.


Guess whose living here with the great undead? this paint by numbers life is fucking with my head. better get me something before I'm dead.

before I sputter out.

I forsee bad things for the time coming.