hey, here's a poem. i don't do this enough anymore, i miss it. anyway, it goes as such:
"spill and spread"
my life is in the form of a half empty glass of blood,
shaking and cracking and leaking out love.
there are people worse off, laughing above.
laughing at me and my mistakes thereof.
and while i'm spreading slowly across the floor,
making the red dark ever more-
i'll feel a sense of vengance seep up the walls,
and paint the ceiling with the dreams i recall.
because, when i was growing, i made up my mind
to never let 'them' keep me behind.
the glass will refill and i'll start to feel fine.
and you want to ask why?
....its because angels die.
-0NBURNS6-
"spill and spread"
my life is in the form of a half empty glass of blood,
shaking and cracking and leaking out love.
there are people worse off, laughing above.
laughing at me and my mistakes thereof.
and while i'm spreading slowly across the floor,
making the red dark ever more-
i'll feel a sense of vengance seep up the walls,
and paint the ceiling with the dreams i recall.
because, when i was growing, i made up my mind
to never let 'them' keep me behind.
the glass will refill and i'll start to feel fine.
and you want to ask why?
....its because angels die.
-0NBURNS6-
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i loved them for ages.
i saw them twice when they played in the uk but i havnt heard any of their new stuff
my mate only told me a few months ago that they'd got back together
hows you?
xx
the weather is still nice and sunny at the moment which is quite suprising as its england....all we ever get is shit weather haha.
xx