Current Residence: australia
Operating System: windows vista
Favourite cartoon character: sailor moon, felix the cat, betty boop...
Personal Quote: of all wepons,love is the most deepest & devistating,& few thrust their fate in its hands
House of Dagger EyesIn this house of dagger eyesHouse of Dagger Eyes by dragon112776
Is spun a web of wicked lies
Love is poison and hate runs deep
Ties are broken in a shattered heap
Childeren taken is such a way
So shocked you can't even look away
Goodbyes less than a sorrow filled look
No time to pack your bags or books
Loneliness hatred and anger
Leaving happiness on a hanger
Smiles almost forgotten
Happy souls all but rotten
The system fails us
It breaks us and shakes us
Leaves us broken soaked to the bone
All Colour washed till your grey in tone
Crime rates up
The generation of broken families
How often do you hear the word 'please'
Asking the wrong questions
Won't get you the right answers
'IN THEIR BEST INTEREST'
My ass it is
Talk to them, hear what they have to say
But you won't, instead you twist it
turn it around
Put words in their mouths
There are family wreckers
In this house, of dagger eyes
Consumed by this needThe setting sun is leaving usConsumed by this need by PMCLaura13
to hide behind the mountains there.
The slow beating of my heart speeds.
The growing hunger on my lips
will lead me on my desperate ways.
Overwhelming needs are always
in my mind, my heart, my soul.
It's blatant in my humble eyes.
consuming all, a parasite
My senses are a crazy mess.
I'm not sure what is happening.
Everywhere I go this plague
makes me want to feed and take.
Visions of dark deeds and blood haunt me
while this eating hunger kills me
and the need of life consumes me.
the curseLiquor bites my tonguethe curse by destinynotes
a bitter memory,
of a miserable night.
I can't remember how I got here,
awakening in a dark room.
A living nightmare
of unknown proportions.
I don't understand,
how I've become so lost,
in a world full of so much evil.
I want to know why people,
do the things they do,
turn their backs on the ones they love,
cry tears of bitter agony,
bleed, blood of copper hatred
sigh, a lungful of death.
The world around me shudders,
at the memory of the way thing used to be.
A perfect world,
flawless in every way,
with flawless people,
a flawless surface,
with a Godlike perfection.
A wonderous world,
where nothing was ever wrong,
because wrong did not exist.
I open my eyes from this dream,
of what used to be,
the past is the past
que será será.
A drunken woman
surviving in a world drunken in self misery.