Carel3ss_Whisp3r
-About Me
The intention is clear, I stare... with this left hand, unable to be worded Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live... And I discover words being so vivid and bright Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity The final One by one it multiplies... why be a sad bait? Deep within the hell of my heart... I can't go back A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow Suicide is the proof of life Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will only scatter as flowers of vanity So I can't live What's lost can't be born again A song that's not even seeking the proof of living Let's put an end... The Final Let's bloom flowers of attempted suicide.-
The intention is clear, I stare... with this left hand, unable to be worded Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live... And I discover words being so vivid and bright Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity The final One by one it multiplies... why be a sad bait? Deep within the hell of my heart... I can't go back A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow Suicide is the proof of life Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will only scatter as flowers of vanity So I can't live What's lost can't be born again A song that's not even seeking the proof of living Let's put an end... The Final Let's bloom flowers of attempted suicide.-
um..yeah...you can check out the Carel3ss one's blog here
Langdon's note: alright..its not as funny as KagoFeet BUT you gotta see Carel3ss_Whisp3r to truly appreciate the name..
2 comments:
Ah the eternal question....
"why be a sad bait?"
why indeed Mr. Whisp3r...why indeed.
I once wrote a poem eerily similar to this except instead of Deep within the hell of my heart it was deep within the hell of my ass last night's dinner is reborn to this world as I lament over the culinary delights enjoyed previously. something like that. to that effect.
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