purpleskull

Absence of the replenish-able emotion called love. Nothing to fill me, so I'll fall over empty and broken. I live my life like I've lived too much, whatever your giving, not enough. Please talk me down safe and sound, I can't sleep. Need to crawl out of this place. Coming down, way down to your streets. colors are low, but only fake glowing neon here. Neon is all I got now. Glow up the black. don't look at it, pretend it's not there Give an illusion of full before it all drops through the hole. Let the lights give me a fake tan. I'll keep filling me up, lit up by the neon glow, feeling empty as I do it. After every time I die.

The paint runs right off my skin. Leaving the red hot and bear. Believe me, its all that it must be. Failure was forced on me, cause your ideal bore me. It was left that easy, I was left. We are to give proper reaction, to become colored by. To learn by in a certain why, some wondered by black. black now, the paint thick and suffocating. skin itches but don't can't want the red again. crayon got broken, one short snap in the pack. I keep hoping.   Long while waiting.                            ?              I've messed it up. Failure was on me.

I see you've never caught your breath. The words putting the weight down, pulling the weight down, turning concrete. But your monkey messed it up, they have long while messed it up. It's like splinters in your cup. It always makes me uneasy. You know I never had my say before me, I never kept it that open. Does it take fireworks for you to look? To take reaction to the cause I'm under ? The waves will keep crashing on the shore, but I wont see them. You left that easy. Fractured, succumbed and Under. Surrendered by you for so long, I've had enough. Your like splinters in my cup.

Help me. I Need Love and Attention. People don't like Black Sheeps, and they especially hate Purple Skulls. Where is Mom ? She left. I suppose I'm safe now, but I feel like I'm running and I don't know where. Empty, I keep looking at the phone, waiting for the green to turn to red. It never does. Desolate, Empty. Freedom so far. Vacant spot for a friend, anyone is welcome. I'm not picky anymore. We could do anything, light the city up. But wait, I'm not there anymore. I wonder if you listen hard enough. I wonder if you read hard enough, if you can hear my tears hit the keyboard. no you cant. That's what being alone is.