User:Hornswoggle McMahon

Waking Up In A Strange Place Feels Right At Home, Yet I Feel More Strange Than Usual Blood On My Hands, I Begin To Feel Regret For The Beautiful Curse Strickin Into My Very Soil Lost Track Of Time, I See That My Watch Lying On The Ground Has Left Behind Long Strands Of Hair And What Seems To Be Ripped Fabric I Believe I Have Done The Unthinkable And Unimaginable Until I Realize That The Fabric I Believed Belonged To A Victim Is Part Of My Ripped Sweater And The Hair Is Nothing More Than Very Thin Straw Left Behind From The Field I Must Have Dashed Through I Begin To Believe I Am Not The Monster, I Am The Victim, For I Live With This Curse EveryDay Of My Life Hiding The Truth, Blaming Myself For This, If Only I Would Have Been Responsible, If Only I Were Thinking Instead Of Believing I Was Right I Am Better Off Dead, But I Refuse To Die, Its Part Of My Curse, I Pray To Be Denied Of This Horrible Life Through Life Or Death I Refuse Trust For Loyalty Is What I Seek, My Reflection Can Be Altered But It Can Not Be Accepted The More I Live The More I Die, I Am A Walking Disease And I Refuse Treatment For Yet Again I Am Forced To Take The Blame I Fall Seemlesly Dead But Im Only Delaying The Inevitable, Back To Life I Spring, Thirsty For Blood, But Not My Own I Do Not Kill, I Drain Lives, There Is No Difference And Ive Come To Terms With This Fact Step Back And Take A Look My Love At The Broken Shells Of What Used To Be Life, Take A Look For You I Fear is Next

Life Is Long And Horrendous, But Beauty Lies With You Struggling For The Breath That Leads Me Toward Your Guiding Light Holding On But Only For The Ones That I Know In My Heart Deserve Closure Death Seems So Near, So Imminent But I Hope Ive Served A Purpose Why Is My Life So Meaningless? Because Of Failure And Tears Shed Because Of That Very Failure Maybe I Would Dissinigrate Or Dissapear Without A Trace, Would Anyone Notice? The Answer Lies With The One Thats Tought Me Beauty Is Forever And A Cherished Life Is Better Than A Miserable Death The Fire Is Eating At My Lungs, I Am Dying, How Long Do I Have Left? I Am Struggling For The Breath, The Breath That Seeks Forgivness For Whats Been Said, Whats Been Done This Life Is Long And Horrendous, But Yet Ive Enjoyed It All Along