xviolentxbeautyx

The airs growing cold,
as the sky grows gery.
It only gets gloomier
with each pasing day.
The leaves are beautiful colors,
with different tones and hues
soon theyll fall to pieces,
and that too shall be old news.
Then the trees will be empty,
and the sky will be white.
the feeling of being alone,
yet such a beautiful sight.
The calm realization,
of everything that surrounds
my forever throbing heartache,
and the tearfilled river in which i drown.


Fuck that shit. Im fighting off the bad Emo-ness.
I need to go do something.
Like Shop. ... ( What?! I cant drink. I gotta go into my other job tonight!)
Blowing money's what I do best.
I need to dye myhair too.
Black.......
Its not the color of my soul.
Just the color of the overcast that surrounds me.