Working on itSo anyway, thanks to people who comment with support. It's refreshing that people are that nice. ^_^
The Gazer's EffectIt is not the shell Makes me forward not wayward Keep me true, my soulThe Gazer's Effect
Of sound mind and empty body I stare at my once pale prison My one time host to experience Now rotting in delicious sleep
Through the soils and out the core Escape, through nose and tongue alike Out with the last breath my being blew Leaving behind the wrinkles of a used carrier
A last glimpse at my shape Reflective thoughts on a lifetime passed Hard work, accomplishments, sights, adrenaline Heart beats, physical excitement, arousal
I might miss what I work
Third World SuburbiaA suburban paradise A third world nightmare A catalyst of depression A reason to hope As good as it can get It doesn't get much worse than this A caldesac A war regime Perfect weather Hellish days Excercise Starvation Pro choice No choice Pro life Struggled life House too big Shack too small Corporation Malnutrition Perfect lawns Dehydration Unfair minorities Poor majorities My life truly is horrible My life is true hoThird World Suburbia
Sometimes, At HomeSometimes I just want to go home. My first home. The home where I didn't understand, Nor did I have to. When innocence plagued me, Back in my big old house. My best friends were my neighbors, My only worries were... nothing. I miss my Dad coming home Just to play with me. I miss my Mom being there Everyday for me. I miss my sister living here, And having fun with me. I miss my old house, And the security it promised. Before we moved. Back when I was happy, At home.Sometimes, At Home
*adds you to stalk list* XP
Seriously, thanks much. ^^
I'll be watching you too...
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