Whisky Sky Feeling dawn's soft rays warm my stiff neck I release last nights mistakes and roll aside the superficial beauty I used. To her I will be an interesting tale of lost lust, exciting passion and an exaggeration to her diary. Feeling the moist cold of a gravestone against my back, I allow myself a couple more seconds of dazed bliss to wonder over the blurred morning colours, safe in the knowledge that I will be long gone before the church service begins.Whisky Sky
Winged songs drift from leafy stems as if to mark the end of another meaningless slumber. I am Brett, but to any on-lookers I am just another anonymous
Whisky NightsCan't feel my face but I find it anyway, forcing my lips to part and imprint that overwhleming taste on my breath. Like a beautiful acid it caresses my tounge and rips my throat, burning away everything I ever hated. My envious nature, my paranoia, my constant annoying demeaner, my hate filled thoughts, the painfull memories. Pausing the video of my life for a hazey hour that passes all too quickly. I'm hopeing to find a more permanent solution at the bottom of the next bottle. A colourfull smoke haunts my wake reminding me of previous breaths. I am Brett, but for the remainder of the night I can pretend otherwise. WalWhisky Nights
Reading thy Woes.Reading, unlike talking, requires less effort, embaressment and throat sweets, therefore, in a perfectly sane world, we would all commit ourselves to reading and never utter another dispicable word. Unfortunatly, like all good ideas, this doesn't exactly work when put into practice. Many ridiclous people still continue talking no matter how strong the opposition towards it is. They talk for many reasons which bemuse me, these include spite, misery and worst of all love. Love is nothing like a poem or fancy novel written by some tight lipped, upper-middle class lady in a corset and chastity belt; it is nothing but a word scrawlled upon a napkiReading thy Woes.
The end is foreverIf only you could hear The tune in my ear Then this would all make sense There would be no pretense My fairy tale end.The end is forever
We don't need a carriage No dull conformist marriage We'd hold each others hand In never never land So don't let go.
PLEASE DON'T STEP BACK WE'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK DON'T DO THIS ANYMORE COME BACK, DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR I will always wait.
This room is just a shell Without you it's my hell I try and walk away Each and every day These chains won't break.
If this is really done
Let me sleep
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Live for the music that describes your life, and the people that make your world spin XD
>A< Aerosmith >A<
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Live for the music that describes your life, and the people that make your world spin XD
>A< Aerosmith >A<
DeRrEn BrOwN
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Live for the music that describes your life, and the people that make your world spin XD
>A< Aerosmith >A<
DeRrEn BrOwN
╔══╗♫~
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How can i gone? cos i don't have place to go now haha
when i boring to do manip i back to draw
When i boring to do draw i back to do manip that's it
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Live for the music that describes your life, and the people that make your world spin XD
>A< Aerosmith >A<
DeRrEn BrOwN
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