bobtheevilguy

the dreary light shines upon the cobble stone street here the rain can be heard drizzling into the puddles and off the roofs almost as if to be conotated to a child's weeping almost as if wispering a sorrowful tune almost...but it is unheard *come* *hear me* *alone* *this night* *haunts me* again it is unheard the rain wispers helplessly crying for attention only to be plauged by the unsure light one by one the sky cries its tears and the tears in turn sing its song but here life is gone and the light looks on almost sorrowfully upon the sky's tears unable to help-- only assist in the gloom

in a world surrounded by everyone left to my own facets ignored by the crowds who ignore themselves this swirling mass of people so idiotic and introverted i feel sickened i feel nauseated wanting to vomit up this comformity this uniform unspoken code this mediocracy in my moments of sanity i realize that it is not i that is truely at fault for being sickened but insted these people the ones whom wander aimlessly through life looking to the others for approval looking everywhere for answers afraid to have an opinion afraid to be alone afraid of what it is to think and be independantly alive find soon that their little li

if i could take back the moment that caused me this plauge... i could undo all the pain that i have caused to so many already i would never again cause the torment i inflict within and upon myself this ritualized torture would end and peace could be found at last but here i am--just me nothing to masque the shame nothing to masque the guilt nothing but this bottle and these chemicals to help me ignore the fact of life that has afflicted me i live in these small medicated moments iching for the next iching to ignore the fact that i have nothing to hide behind for i am nothing and with nothing i will look in the mirror and be di

this placid face drifts away as angels spread their lament wings and cry... One thought echoes in their minds granite cold the walls becon with their steely embrace to welcome us to our destruction come dance with me under the sky of lost dreams we've been dying to live in this sea crying our tears are spreading our wings lamented angels are waiting over our gourneys blood is raining from their eyes Wait for the moon to shine on us and rain its wishes upon this earth bask in the glow and lie with me in the fields where dreams are consumed by angels with lamented wings cry your last breath and i'll hold you

when i sit here and think about the things that mean so much to me--- when i sit here and think of all the good times, and where they've taken us--- when i sit back and analyse the idea of who and where we are--- i get a sense i'm somehow used somehow pushed aside somehow left standing in the cold somehow forced to wait for you to becon forth me at your convience i wonder for a moment if i really need to be discarded and treated like an unloved dog i beg for attention and affection and what i get is not enough and i only get what i want when i ask not because you want to be near somehow this is how i feel mabey im wrong but in