.....rare diamonds against a pitch black background oozing from the seams like ink running down and blood dried paper. so crisp and fresh the smell of iron and sweat so think like a fog blanketing the air creating a thick impenetrable fortress of terror. so shear the feeling of dread the clung so readily amongst the passer byes. so silent the death of those who fade softly below the glance of the well doers and aristocrats. Every sin ever committed lay to treason on the cold hard concrete stained with the memories of so many similar cases before them. So dark this side of the moon, our reality so rose colored it makes the days hard to pause and the scent eludes. what is this called what name and so naive but to not know. the world has become to blind to see to read the words written clearly before them. We adore them for what they are not, could not become. recognizable and yet easily hated and turned on like the flip of a page rearrange the tiles to make it easier for denial. float this river so shallow don't swallow lest it become the blood. From what we understand the is nothing not to come nor ever was but this realm that we are caught upon be pulled from underneath us its plain to see this is nothing but another dream wrapped into a blanket of dreams to be laid up the stars like....

Oh the ignorance of man and the pity thrust upon a lifeless soul, so harsh this reality and yet deep and penetrating with the stare of cold, pure truth. No wall to block it nor net to trap, there is not stopping the perpetual chaos performed in each movement of the suffering creature. Bidden by no master to destroy itself in the chase to pursue something that it doesn't even know. what have they to say but dull utterances of foolish squanders left to heartless beasts with limitless potential. how dark does the dawn have to grow for the sun to finally shine on these thoughts, so shallow and yet deeper then any knife can cut, sharper then even the finest obsidian blade. forever is this pitch covering the blithering cowards that lie before me foaming nonsense at the mouth like a dog gone rabid. More thought elude me as I seek for a point in all this babbling on towards nothingness. Ah, its just as well.. things to do and such....

so much too little a time long into some past era, there is confusion, contortion. how can we truly be sure of who we are where we come from when so much is brought to the surface, suffocated an drowning deep into the dark corners of the possessed mind, countered by something unseen, a gleam into the life of another not so distant and yet as far away as eternity and, grasping til at last we fall to the ground hollow in out own attempt at existence. Join my fight this last resistance, flow into the rivers of change these tides going into and out of the lives that we touch, so much and in the end nothing can be achieved by the little we put forth towards the change remain inside of the heart fear not that you have nothing but that you have done something to collapse, the farce that had been created to mask the lies we believe in our minds, what happened to time?

Soooo... yeah I fucking hate bots and spammers. I just got these 2 random ass messages where they said " oh hey so people (id like to know what people since this site is soo under populated and full of fakes) are saying that I am a man. first off. how the fuck with as many differant pictures and websites that I am someone can say that I am a dude I mean hell i have a picture that clearly shows that I have BREAST. asshole bots can fucking lick my pussy for all I fucking care. i reported them yes but there is no proper report system for such stupidity and then they say "well can you verify yourself on cam?" just so they can add your yahoo and spam you some more. I mean really?? is it really that bad that they internet has changes to such low depths? grrr its so frustrating to have to deal with this kind of shit when I am just simply trying to find a place to be myself ya know? blah. oh well. i might just be ranting about the stupidity in the world. alas. if anyone else doesnt believe that i am a girl, get the fuck over yourselves i have way better things to do with my time then to fake being someone and something that I am not. unlike 90% of the online world I happen to be real and i dont mind proving so.

life, so precious. hanging precariously over the edge

about to fall, within it crawls.

look down below the cliffs,

look up into the sky,

believe in a dream that says i can fly

wind catching under gentle wings.

the flames making it so hard to see,

so hard to breath.

stroking softly at the tender flesh,

ripping deeper then the needle and thread

that sew up the wounds that have yet to heal

that at glance even you can feel

so deep and yet so superficial.

raw and burning unrevised passion with no doorway

brittle bones under so much strain

trying so very hard not to break

work so hard to gain so little

but learn to dream to make up for this fickle

world of make believe

that we must all learn to see

still so hard to breath

licking embers catching light upon the face

so dark

so invisible

what makes the dream worth living worth being

aside from the fields im reaping?

the souls so tender, ripe with longing

to read the words here slowly dawning.

oh but the stars do shine down
upon this scene, this beautifully tragic scene
and then they leave it all behind to allow the others all to die
and yet you of all of them
lay down your head and give in
take the heart within your hands
and crush it once again
let the blood flow between your fingers
the bitter red changing to black
as it thickens, choking what little air you lack 
this is all the world to you
as your blood-filled eyes stray to the sky
and the mournful tears fall from your eyes
you are mine