all he does is yell at me. maybe not with his words, but with his eyes. i can feel him screaming at the top of his lungs.. waiting for me to notice. but i feel it. everytime he lays his blazing eyes upon me. i hope the site of me burns. i hope it wears away at your core till it's rotten and filled with diamonds.

there's nothing really left to say when everyones gone their own way. so i find my own comfort in the things i do and the words i might say. i don't have a motive, i don't have a desire, and all these games are wearing away at my mind. a fake grin would fit your faker face, but you don't even realize how i feel.

i once stared upon an idefinite beauty, someone i once thought to be all i could ever want. but all that's left is a ghost and a ring of salt where it once stood.