mynewalterego

Weary, the girl with the vampire eyes. she's thirsty for beauty, she drinks his world dry. Wasted, the girl who treats a male as her toy. she holds a pretty heart in her hand, she has a thirst to destroy. Wondering, the price for redemption is steep. vampire girl's eyes glitter softly with lies, she has only a promise to keep. Woeful, she dreams her nightmare, dreams, the looking glass cracked, got her caught in the act, lives her nitemare 'til she falls asleep.

Look at the desperate woman, In her field of empty cups. Look at how she looks at them, she wants to fill them up. Blood and water, cold and numb, she fills her glasses, one by one. And when they're full she starts to weep, as though her heart will stop. And her dried up soul will thirst for more but she won't drink a drop.

Once there was a girl who was infested with spiders. Cobwebs coated her clothing and tangled across her face and in her hair. Spiders crawled up her throat, but she rarely spoke or grinned,  which denied them an escape through her lips. Instead they would emerge from her ears and her nose, or spin their webs in the hollow cave of her head. In her heart was a fountain of sorrow, and this is what attracted the arachnids, for there is nothing a spider loves more then the taste of fresh sorrow. And the girl was comforted by the spiders' presence, because instead of feeding on sundry insects, they sipped her hidden tragedies, and kept her from dr

I never really feel right underneath florescent light. Before Highschool seemed like all the rage. But now these four walls feel like a cage. Everyone can judge me, but their world will never touch me. This isn't my reality, nothing here can hurt me. Unless I let someone in. Believe in them, become their friend. But things like that, they always end. Leave me just trying to mend. I know how it works inside those walls. And it's just like this: (I'm not even kidding.) stand walk sit insert education stand walk sit insert education Lunch stand walk sit insert education stand walk sit insert education go home. repeat as re

If you want to change                                       don't be afraid to                      experiment. but if you find yourself      with a problem you can always come to                                       me. you know                         i'm i'm always there, i'm         not like all                             your other people. i won't treat you like a      toy. my world isn't meant for   you. please don't just give up, you              can't you have have to             make your own scene, and fill it with your own     people. turn it                              into something beautiful, like your v

"I missed you, god I missed you, I couldn't believe how much I missed you. Not since you officially decided not to be my friend, but since I unofficially fucked things up. I'm sorry, so sorry, for what I did to you. I never meant to hurt your feelings. Please forgive me, because I could never forgive myself. I don't know if you decieved me, I don't know if you talked shit about me behind my back. I know I did both these things, and I also know you'll never have a friend like me, who will love you as much as I do, who will forgive you for anything like I would. who is as good for you as I could be. I was so scared to

I   want   to   make   my   own   rules (without playing someone else's game) I   want   to   live   my   life   in   the   open (without feeling the pain of exposure) I   just   want   to   indulge (without letting go) If   only   I   could   express   myself   to   you (without screaming in your face) Is   it   possible   to   start   fresh? (without starting over alone)

A house stands hollow. Not just empty or abandoned. It's actually asleep. Its veins, pipes, have run dry and its nerves flickered and faded long ago. The voices are only echoes, the faces are only photographs on the wall, of people no one alive can remember. The house doesn't grudge some modern structure its new blooming family. It dreams of when its flesh was glossy and new, still moist in some patches, and its bones had just been covered, and it was first warmed by a woman's prescense. Hearts were broken on its porch, secrets were buried in the backyard. Years slip by and rot seeps in, and the house begins to quietly colla