Showing results for tag "murder"
I am dead and alone I wonder if anyone cares I hear the footsteps walking away I see the black mist as I fade I want to see his face one more time I am dead and alone I pretend he didn't do it I feel the cold numbness setting in I touch the Glasgow smile he gave me I worry that he won’t love me anymore I cry out to him to come backTags: Sad, Death, Murder, Love, Dieing, Last Thoughts, Hope
as I sit in this dark room thoughts of.. Murder and suicide pass through my head. The thought of blowing my brains out thoughts of cutting my wrist, ripping my veins out, blood rushing down my arm, bath tub filling with blood, a river of red. my dream.Tags: Murder, Suicide, Death, Blood, Happiness Finally, Darkness
Sitting on the cold sand I ask my brother what am I doing here, the reply was not what I expected. You have lived your life now I'ts time to die. Coming to relize what was said I thought of what had been the life of a misguided child,at 6 years of age I did not expect to be in such a place as this was my mind in a world of it's own or did I only have these short past years to live? Did I do nothing but try to be happy is there someone I offended?Tags: Death, Murder
They say one of us is to blame, you're holding that knife, covered in blood and I'm laughing off the pain, so which one of us is guilty if we're both totally insane? Could it be we're broken in just the right places, perforated just so right that we fill each others empty spaces? A pair of answers to a question that no one ever asked, and when they remove our disguises,Tags: Insanity, Death, Murder, Love
Drowning down the sound swimming in my head, Floating there for all to see, swollen, bloated, dead. Anything that’s on my mind, can easily be read, Just look at all the things I’ve done and hear the words I’ve said. So why do you question me, why do you doubt? Why won’t you believe in me, when I tell you what I’m about? Many have fallen over,Tags: Death, Murder, Destruction
I cast no shadow upon your door, for that is not me in the moonlight knocking, and no waves of light crash upon your shore, for that is not me docking. no, look again through disheveled blinds and see who stands there smiling, and beware of locks unengaged and of strangers so beguiling, for the creak of floorboards singing, may just mean that I am leaving,Tags: Murder, Shadow