alone

its just a feeling.
cant stop thinking.
i want it to go away.
but my mind is relentless.

it seems to me that others perceive my actions slow..... i do not move slow, i move at the speed of one who thinks ahead. if others don't have the patience to stay and listen, then shouldn't i just not bother?... all my helping.. all my... logic..... is wasted on people who after so many years of help still cant help themselves.... i have problems yes.... but not with people, as all others do, i use my logic and my experiences to avoid such things... my problems dwell within....if i talk of them id be labeled crazy... and i know what crazy 'IS', i mean i went to a pscych ward for fucks sake... or just make things realy awkward...my mind isnt a fun place to be... any way .... the problem with helping whats inside somone can only be done by somone else... since somone elses problems seems much easier than ones own....i mean help doesnt mean the solution no the solution has to come from ones own realisation....right
>.>

i'm a sin eater

I shed tears of crimson,
yet no one sees the blood.
I speak words of wisdom,
only to bite my tongue.
I move to my own goals,
to let others get ahead.

I'm a sin eater, to help others in need.
I'm a sin eater, which makes me a black sheep.
I am a sin eater, only to die young and alone

I hate people.

Dreams and Anger

always ever spinning downward. not knowing where you were headed but you knew it was important and fanciful. you crash which rends your flesh, body and soul, but the fire that burns around, in and through you is the worst pain you'll ever endure, but it fades as it burns away your feelings. you crawl away, you try to run away, and try to blame others for what happened. but just sit and watch and see the flames die out, and let your soul die with them.

haiku

all beauty in sight,
but never knowing the truth,
hope corrupts the mind.

a mask of darkness,
wanting to see more than glass,
look in to keep sane.

needles in my side,
heart rips and tears inside me,
crush hope to stop pain.

wanting turns to need,
to need something makes you weak,
don't take possession.

take away ones mind,
become like all the others,
now you are 'happy'.

face rolling

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