With a vampire's kiss
I got a vampire's heart
Now I don't roll out of bed til after dark
See my teeth so sharp?
And my blood so still
You know I could drink the world and never get my fill
And when I come, I will come on like a dream
With the crimson moon shining down upon my devil's ring
You see it ain't my fault
That I am this way
Just a crying in my box for misty day
Lord what I would give
For just one drop of red
Now the dew is on the grass and I am late for bed
And when I come, I will come on like a dream
With the crimson moon shining down upon my devil's ring
Friday, October 30, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
First Train Home
What matters you, doesn't matter to me.
What matters to me, doesn't matter to you.
What matters to you, doesn't matter to them.
What matters to them, doesn't change anything.
What matters to me, doesn't matter to you.
What matters to you, doesn't matter to them.
What matters to them, doesn't change anything.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Fast Facts and/or Opinions
Stu has herpies
Money is overrated
Family means a lot to me
Taco Bell always satisfies
Stop Rob will become famous
Justin Timberlake is a cool dude
My phone constantly frustrates me
Everything about Harry Potter rules
Facebook is more addicting than meth
New Converge album melts my face off
Poetry by Robert Frost is most enjoyable
Dying my hair is a favorite hobby of mine
Carter once attacked me with a light saber
The Outsiders is my favorite book of all time
Heima by Sigur Rós makes me cry tears of joy
Stephen King is a better author than one may think
The Sweet Layer embodies everything good in the world
Money is overrated
Family means a lot to me
Taco Bell always satisfies
Stop Rob will become famous
Justin Timberlake is a cool dude
My phone constantly frustrates me
Everything about Harry Potter rules
Facebook is more addicting than meth
New Converge album melts my face off
Poetry by Robert Frost is most enjoyable
Dying my hair is a favorite hobby of mine
Carter once attacked me with a light saber
The Outsiders is my favorite book of all time
Heima by Sigur Rós makes me cry tears of joy
Stephen King is a better author than one may think
The Sweet Layer embodies everything good in the world
Thursday, October 1, 2009
No Roses, No Skies
She's a song unsung
She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp
She's a song unsung
and the only white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like
The pills, the pills
and the Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick
cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in
can still bring the razor to the wrist
The TV screens, the magazines
scream at you like the dogs of hell
advertising and advising you to be
anyone but your beautiful self
Prince Charming never brought you flowers
just loveless lifetime alone
No roses for you, just unlocked doors
and the deafening silence of your phone
So block your ears, close your eyes
remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the
boring, heartless Hollywood heard of lies that they call:
Beautiful
With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door,
no heart to let you
"The sun can take too long
to end the endless night"
I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you
when our hearts begin to scream
"This life can feel too long"
But at night, you're dancing through the pain
even when you're the only one
no rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies
but rises with every morning's sun:
Alone
She dances alone
alone - so beautiful
alone - her own romance
alone - Lady Lazarus' Life-Sustaining Dance
She's the wild orchid in your ugly swamp
She's a song unsung
and the only white walls of her mind know what that song sounds like
The pills, the pills
and the Dr.'s promises just ain't doing the trick
cause the arms of nothing she falls asleep in
can still bring the razor to the wrist
The TV screens, the magazines
scream at you like the dogs of hell
advertising and advising you to be
anyone but your beautiful self
Prince Charming never brought you flowers
just loveless lifetime alone
No roses for you, just unlocked doors
and the deafening silence of your phone
So block your ears, close your eyes
remember that you're a golden soul fallen from the
boring, heartless Hollywood heard of lies that they call:
Beautiful
With no shoulder, no hand, no body, no man, no door,
no heart to let you
"The sun can take too long
to end the endless night"
I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you
when our hearts begin to scream
"This life can feel too long"
But at night, you're dancing through the pain
even when you're the only one
no rose, no sky as full of the beauty of the girl who dies
but rises with every morning's sun:
Alone
She dances alone
alone - so beautiful
alone - her own romance
alone - Lady Lazarus' Life-Sustaining Dance
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