missmegadethmetal666

 Blue is a really weird word when you think about it. Blue is also a weird colour. Blue could be sad, and blue could be happy. Blue could be something in between that we've never even felt before. Blue could be something so deep, that it'd take a microscope just to catch a small glimpse of its deepness. When you say it over and over, it sounds strange. It kind of makes you want to keep repeating, gradually saying it slower and slower, as if you've lost your train of thought, and forgot what you were saying in the first place. If blue was a feeling, I think it would be infatuation. When you stare into a deep, blue ocean,

you are a massive attack of emotions. a twisted rainbow of sympathies in which he paints like an empty sky in dying need of colour. he controls your decision with the strings he attached to your feelings while he abducts your now decrepit heart that you wear on your sleeve and while you shut yourself away from the rest of the world, your strength becomes more desireble (as do you) and you eventually shut him out too. months go by like the sweet oxygen in the summer as you glide by days without him. you learn to paint your own self in delicate shades of blue and green (the same colours as the circles under his eyes) gulit po

he should've put the cigarette down years ago: his smile was way too gorgeous to ruin. his eyes were once the heaviest blue. echoes of the sky but now imitations of the grotesque crimsons running through his veins. his skin, the paper-thin sheet hugging against his bones, was once beautiful. but now a mask, shadowing what used to be. the inviting warmness of his freckles were now disturbing pinpoints of cold laughter. the painful headaches of thinking back make him cringe in disgust. he shakes off the cold shiver that delicately runs up his now bony spine by inhaling his 'friend'. his only friend. the one that threw

my heart is deadbeat; but I am feeling so much. It's love on steroids. Uncontrollable; I've got quite an urge to dance. My head is spinning. Oh please sing with me. I see my thoughts on repeat. Your eyes are glowing. We have killed some sun. Don't be angry, Now that we're done.

THE PILLS THAT I'M POPING GO POPPETY POP... IN MY HEAD OF INSANITY I SEE FURRY RED DOTS IT BOTHERS ME NOT FOR I'M AS HIGH AS A KITE LEGALLY SO, BECAUSE IT'S WHAT THE DOCTOR PRESCRIBES. PROZAC IS CANDY WHEN MIXED WITH A PIE CODINE IS FUN WHEN PLACED IN YOUR EYE NYQUIL IS BETTER WHEN YOU ALL WANT TO DRIVE BUT USING HEAVY EQUIPMENT IS WAY OUT OF LINE I SOMETIMES GET DROWSY MIXING ADVIL AND SPLEEN MORPHINE IS FINE EXCEPT FOR THE DREAMS I ONCE SAW A LAMB DANCING ON GLASS AND THE ELVIS SIGHTINGS ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS HE STOLE MY FRIED CHICKEN WITHOUT ANY A CARE... BUT THE JOKE WAS ON ME....'CAUSE IT NEVER WAS THERE. SO AS I DOZE OFF

A case of measure Sent to esteemed pleasure Jack and jill went up the hill Carrying buckets, and poping the pill Feline licking of lollipop adventure Charisma my media, into sea side venture Hold the camera still, I'm feeling ill Take a drag into pumpkin view feel the chill Carry the cross into man slavery Hold it for me, do a favour for me Dark day surgeons, experimenting happy gas Taller, slim, nearly average thin Set fire to city scapes Toss the stones of cold water lakes Drown the dirty drugs in passive comment Hold the tone, ring the phone, I'm gonna vomit Lest we be known in disease and nature Tackle us all in creature