|Young. Wild. Reckless.|
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life by WordOfChen
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
HummingbirdI like to believe we were relatively happy while we could; Walking around the city aimlessly, looking for little things that would make us want to stay, or drinking an iced tea in our favourite pub. The good moments were short, but they were also infinite.Hummingbird by InfinityOnAString
Your despair and my hope never got in the way to break our friendship and that's something I'll be eternally thankful for. Every bad moment and the absence of a happy ending were worth it.
I always knew that what kept you alive were the bits of prose you'd inject yourself at imprudent hours of the night, when your thoughts were more harmful and harder to keep inside. No liquor was strong enough to keep away the dark creatures that came from the deepest corners of your mind to poison, your already rotten, heart. There was nothing but literature, prose. The saddest part is that Shakespeare himself wouldn't have been able to save your life.
I remember the time I pointed it out, you burned all your books. "I don't depend on anyone" you y
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer by WordOfChen
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting