• This haze that surrounds me can numb the void for only so long. As i sink into the oblivion that whispers it's sweet nothings in my ear, I believe. Not because I know its true but only to believe in something.

    Enough is never really enough until there is nothing left but the oblivion. Beware the green eyed monster, His lies sound true even though your heart knows bull s**t when it hears it. When you go for the hand shake, watch the other hand. The sock to the jaw is never really worth it.

    Pain is the only thing that feels real because when I'm real I only feel pain. Spit out of the oblivion and naked to the truth that nothing matters. Nothing except the oblivion that will call out with hands of pure white smoke to caress the life out of you.

    These moments, as beautiful as they are, are evil when they are done.

    burning_eyes