my head is pulcing
i feel theese veins popping
insane rage... i cant control
i sit in my room, i cry
i think... i am getting used used to this
wish i fucking wasnt
dosent matter i tell my self as i look at the masterpeice on my arm
your all going to burn in the pits of hell
i cast my spell
im falling
i think im lost
why do i never get saved
why....
WOW. Been there, that's for sure! "carving up a masterpiece on your arm, to bleed yourself free" it's from cliché, I think you'd like it, I think it's probabily the one I wrote that everybody who's read it likes, received more comments than any of my others. Oh, and nobody but you can save yourself, sorry man. I do understand, and this is a fair aquisition of such. Save yourself, or die trying; that's how it is. Hope you'd better now man. Drop the word if need be! peace
WOW. Been there, that's for sure! "carving up a masterpiece on your arm, to bleed yourself free" it's from cliché, I think you'd like it, I think it's probabily the one I wrote that everybody who's read it likes, received more comments than any of my others. Oh, and nobody but you can save yourself, sorry man. I do understand, and this is a fair aquisition of such. Save yourself, or die trying; that's how it is. Hope you'd better now man. Drop the word if need be! peace
Submission Name: why... (save me)
