Happy Holidays loves here is a clip from a story i've been working on ....well its actually the diary of a character =). Hope you like it.
xoxox Haydin
Oh darling I hear you screaming but my eyes shift wearily to the light set before them, I see but its all a blur of empty thoughts and make believe. I feel like im losing my shadowed grip on this menagerie of loosely constricted glass thoughts. My words are a jumble of psycho stares and soul less smiles. I can hear you talking and laughter ringing but its nothing more than a distant cry of destiny that shall never reach my weather beaten finger tips, my words are of improper use, dribbling nonsense from the pastel lips of a broken heart. a pathological liar and a crawling infested brain of mechanical emotions. I am nothing, nothing more than a graceful lie seeding itself in a world of gray . I wish I could taste the blood shaded in disdain, I wish i could eat up the disgustingly perfect bodies that quiver around my bones. Instead I lay hear breathing in slow painless breathes soaked in drug worn memories. Life is no longer existent in stead I write upon a blank palet of blocked creativity, no inspiration is spewing today, simply frustrating screams of rotten beauty.
Her skin peels like the blistering ugliness beneath it, I wish i could shut my eyes shake the boiling anguish and fix all my wrong doings, instead i wallow in giref,insanity and lost desire.
Little girl why did you leave me .you left meleft me with this rotting emotionless soul tattered and scratched raw by the listlessness that was once your beating heart
xoxox Haydin
Oh darling I hear you screaming but my eyes shift wearily to the light set before them, I see but its all a blur of empty thoughts and make believe. I feel like im losing my shadowed grip on this menagerie of loosely constricted glass thoughts. My words are a jumble of psycho stares and soul less smiles. I can hear you talking and laughter ringing but its nothing more than a distant cry of destiny that shall never reach my weather beaten finger tips, my words are of improper use, dribbling nonsense from the pastel lips of a broken heart. a pathological liar and a crawling infested brain of mechanical emotions. I am nothing, nothing more than a graceful lie seeding itself in a world of gray . I wish I could taste the blood shaded in disdain, I wish i could eat up the disgustingly perfect bodies that quiver around my bones. Instead I lay hear breathing in slow painless breathes soaked in drug worn memories. Life is no longer existent in stead I write upon a blank palet of blocked creativity, no inspiration is spewing today, simply frustrating screams of rotten beauty.
Her skin peels like the blistering ugliness beneath it, I wish i could shut my eyes shake the boiling anguish and fix all my wrong doings, instead i wallow in giref,insanity and lost desire.
Little girl why did you leave me .you left meleft me with this rotting emotionless soul tattered and scratched raw by the listlessness that was once your beating heart
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beebop:
That's good and I'm soo jelous! I want to play in the snow
Anywho modeling is going good, I've have a few paying gigs and a photographer I kinda work on and off with. I was drawn back to SG though and I wrote Lorelei to see about working with her so we'll see what happens 


beebop:
Ya I'm really hoping to, I even bought some new outfits today with photoshoots in mind
I can't wait to start getting pics done again! My Christmas was wonderful and I hope yours was too


