This is not the man I wished to be
But I'm hurt
And I cryin
And I hope one day you can forgive me


I believed...Even when it was over I still believedI believed...
Even as the world lay in ruins Everything burned to ashes I still believed
Even as you withdrew the dagger That you used to kill my heart I still believed
Even as your soft lies filled my ears During my last dying moments I still believed
But now I am back where I started All alone
Without you


The Battle Axeit's song a whistle through the morning air a sharp high pitched tuneThe Battle Axe
the song is not a song of splendor nor a song of peace
the fine tune rips through the flesh and bone of man this song brings death


She Saidi knew you wouldn't play the part she said i knew you'd break my heart she said i loved you she saidShe Said
all your lies indisguise haunting my every day leaving me with nothing to say
i'm a good girl she said i'll never teke another man to bed have these values instead
all these make believes that you gave to me was to starstruck to see
i don't love you she said right before she left me for dead i don't love you she said
all your little lies...


Forest EyesWe were sitting in your closet playing hang-man when I was twelveForest Eyes
and you were almost fifteen and it was storming outside and I was cold.
I snuggled in between your shoes with the blanket wrapped around
my tiny shoulders and you whispered that my eyes sparkled when it rained.
I smiled shyly and lifted the emerald stones to meet your ebony dusted ones.
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one.
You said that there was only one person you would want to spend the rest of your life with.
four.
I had you for almost four years before I lost you because of some girl


i found a treasure in oblivioni found a treasure in oblivion
i have this treasure that i tucked away in an island
inside my heart but i've lost the map and now
i don't know how to find it again.
i thought i might have lost it in the heap of menthol ashes you left in the oversized ashtray on my porch


Fairytales don't always endFairytales don't always end
once upon a time, i found myself under a purple tree and in my hands was a box filled with things you'd whispered to me. i don't remember the exact amount in there because it felt like we had spent ages together even though it was only a little while. i glanced at the wilted rose lying by my feet and i cringed from the piercing pain in my heart. and i cried. the tears streamed down my face, my neck, my arms, my body, my legs, my feet, until finally it touched the ground and started washing away the grass, the soil, the purple tree, everything but the box and me. i was left alo
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♪ Friends tell me it's spring
My window show the same
Without you here the seasons pass me by ♪
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Shepards we shall be... for Thee my Lord for Thee!
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Its not who we want to be but who we live as that defines us.
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Shepards we shall be... for Thee my Lord for Thee!
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Shepards we shall be... for Thee my Lord for Thee!
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