Death of my Angel
Newest
All Dressed Up..Put on your mascara, girlAll Dressed Up..
And walk to him
But remember this thing called love
Only causes empty hearts.
Put on your eyeshadow, love
And hide those tears
Just love him like he cares
Yes, love him like he'll be there.
Please girl, apply the lipstick
And kiss him with frozen lips
Prove that you care
And do this as he tears your heart in two.
Don't forget your dress;
Make it long to hide the scars
Open your heart but don't forget
You love a lie
And when you're completed
When you're at your best
by ~hated-darkness
fall of menAshes to ashes Dust to dust Another girl ruined From man's moral rustfall of men
Because this man The girl did trust Her body is layed On the Avenue of Lust
Men need to break Through this outer crust Back to when They were right and just
For if we don't, And we know we must I pray our souls Be ashes and dust
by ~hated-darkness
Hanging by your headI screwed up again And I hate me for it But I hate you more You nameless monster Devouring undeserving prey What do they do to you? Why do they suffer from your ignorance? Ruiner of lives You're a fortunate monster If I faced you I'd rip your mask off Show the world your cowardly face Then ruin your worthless life With this knife I'd do many things Killing you wouldn't satisfy the hatred Only quench it I'll show you torture as you did her Drive you to your own death Leaving your twisted fingerprints All over her soul F*ck yoHanging by your head
by ~hated-darkness
Favourites
No favourites yet.
Taste of ChaosdeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Under your bed
- Interests: Stalking, Music, Writing, Murdering, playing with sharp objects
- Favourite movie: Underworld, The Crow
- Favourite band or musician: Avenged Sevenfold, KoRn, NIN, Manson, Slipknot, Disturbed, Type O Negative, Smile Empty Soul, COF
- Favourite genre of music: Duh..
- Favourite artist: Bron
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe
- Favourite photographer: I like taking pictures from under your bed :-)
- Operating System: Food
- Shell of choice: Those things...Conch i think they're called
- Wallpaper of choice: Wallpaper must die
- Skin of choice: Boiled, stretched as well
- Favourite game: Peek-A-Boo
- Favourite cartoon character: Southpark members
- Personal Quote: And I will go forth into the world, and kill goats in Hobbit fields with blowtorches.
- Tools of the Trade: Binoculars, Razor Blade, oh yea and a pen/pad
- AIM: su1cyanide
- MSN: sw0rn_en3my@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: m3ssd_up
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
The only one you hate
I posted in on my other one.. way to look, loser.
love,
youre valentine
I miss you.
Come back to me.
<3
--
you're singing me to sleep...i have never felt more alone.
--
“but i being pore i have only my dreams, i have spred my dreams under your feet, tred softly because you tred on my dreams.”
--------
~miKe. {ivan} stichface
--
~ The primary vivid sounds and colors supported smelling the psedou perfume of tomorrow's wind. Every sound produces colors,every color plays sounds. What perfume is there in tomorrow's wind? ~
"Suicide Hotline"
I dream about cutting heads off with a shovel... The dreams are getting serious I think I am in trouble... I cant hold memory for more then an hour... Im tired as fuck and Im drained of power.
"Piggy Pie"
The first little piggy his house is made of wood. He live in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood. He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine a tipicle red neck filthy fucking swine. I roll in to town with my axe in my holster. Everyone knows about the wicked piggy holster.
The second little piggy his house is made of brick. and this little piggy is a mothafuckin dick....
Much Clown Luv!
--
The only one you hate
but, you can't ignore:
"couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag"
-- Mr. Johnson's Head
I'm like Richard Remeriz (the stalker)
And I didn't even know it
Of course I mean without the AC/DC and the mullet
Local rappers from my city, they wanna talk smack
But they be so wack they ain't worth dissing back
(Twirk Yo' Body) Nope
Break your head, pull out your brain
Pass it down the line, we call it the train
--Cartoon Nightmares
later, Juggalo
~AnyBody Killa~
Peace out... Keep it real... Forever will I be a Juggalo!!!! The Wicked Clowns NEVER die......WHAT?!?!?!?!?
--
The only one you hate
Previous Page12345Next Page