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"NJ Falls Into The Atlantic"
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
So speak your knives.
(Don't follow, with your foot)
All this pain here,
(All comes from your dry lung)
I won't listen
(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
My lies are fixed with glue.
Coming straight from off the water
Sunburned face and drunken father
Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
This false art
(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
This burning bed
(Where my ghost will now sleep)
Watching romance from a far seat
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
An angel on his two knees
Arms stretched towards the red sea
Of violence and a sultry tongue
The scenic view of carnage
'Caused by the sword in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth.
It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
I lay in space choked by my own air.
I love the taste of your blackened lips.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
make yourself happy!!! =))
Monday, October 23, 2006
I've decided. I've decided. I 've decided. I shall blog again and relive my horrible childhood. A wonderland of hopes and dreams that flutter into my eyes.
If you could just come up to me with a knife to your throat and blood to your gown, crying with bloodshot eyes as I stare nervously at the ceiling. What a beautiful sight that would be. So my aspiration in this new blog is to be dead poetic... (: So dead poetic that you could die smiling in their sleep while the rest remain drowning. I would save you from the world and bring you to the safe place I have found on the cradle of a child where the moonlight sets into your eyes. Before this, I'd envelope you in my disguised world of phoney truths and overdone lines. Now instead of being cliche and destroying myself along the way, I'd kill you slowly instead so Pain eats you up and you choke upon Death herself with her finger into your throat and a hole through your bitter heart.
<3 STAB YOU IN THE DARK AND HOPE YOUR FRAIL BACK FALLS APART IN THE MIDST OF THE SILENCE AND SOLITUDE<3
#~i'm making myself happy!
Gerald the stick
apathetic anarchist
death: 5.8.1991
age: 15
school: wait and see. its somewhere i don't want to be.Presbyterian High
email: gerald_jiale@hotmail.com
WanTs
God
The ppl who will be reading this blog (this is just to please you)