Something Angsty

Mood: normal
Currently listening to: LINKIN PARK

Don’t know, I just don’t know and don’t understand why things are this way. When did right become wrong and good became bad?

I don’t care anymore; I won’t search for any higher meaning for all this. I’m doomed to being a mental waste land. All I see are extremes and no grey in between. There is ore dark than light in this existence of suffering.

Humans are a disgust for this world as they thrive to show difference from one another but fail to realise they are all the same. Their arrogance is like the blood veins of society feeding the general ignorance of the masses.

She came to me in a dream but ad a devil, stabbing my heart with knives soaked in aids infested blood to further the pain and anguish held within this mortal frame. I am caught in a trap, left only for fools of love. The lies press against the all the truths and have the upper hand in this bizarre ballet of deceptions. I find myself tied to this dream as I just wish to be killed now.

My sanity has faded in the past years to be replaced my some sort of indifferent schizophrenia dominated by a small sense of histrionically sick humour. The doors have closed on my soul and lock themselves to a mental waste land where nothing was and everything is, or was it the other way around?

                                                                                                                                                Kaihan

(this version has not yet been corrected)

I feel like all this dark around my tortured soul. As time flows by, it is like my body is withering away in a cry for acceptance in this cruel, oh so cruel plain of existence. They just don’t understand all the things that they do to me.

Today, at the park, I was sitting under the sactuary of darkness that the green leaves of the hard and corsed trees would offer me. A small smile upon me from the horros of existence. Then, she came around.

A female, towering with her blond hair and blue eyes, a pure marvel of nature to some, a walking disaster to me.

« Cheer up emo boy ! I’ll be your girl friend !! »

Those words penatrated my torso and cut throught my heart like a rose made of cold metal. I looked up with a questionning look before seing the she-devil escape my vision to report her deed to her pac of wolves. Laugh, that is all they would do. They think this is all so funny. No one understands the pain. Then, I saw her, the only light in my borrowing darkness. She walked in front of me, not noticing me. But i’ve never felt so close.

We will never be one, she is too perfect for this wrech that I am to contemplate as my own. I do not know her name she does not know mine an dit is better because we cannot be hurt by each other this way. She clouds my mind. I cannot think anything except for her. This is just like a Linkin Park song. This is the melody of pain that is my life.

(yeah blah blah blah gay gay gay emo emo emo crap crap omg i wrote this shit o.O)

Kaihan

Good day. My name is Mori and my favourite music band is most certainly My Chemical Romance.  I find their style and lyrics deeply inspiring, because I am also part of a screamo band called "Blood Pours From Bullet Holes".

I compose all the song lyrics myself, while my fellow Kai writes the music. He plays guitar and I do the vocals mostly.  Our other friends Jaycee, Gretchen and Sven play respectively bass, electric violin and drums.

Here is our newest song, I just finished writing it actually. It's called "All is Bleak. Woe"

Ooohhhhhhh
Your words fly through the air as paper planes
They pierce my skin as a million sharp needles
But I don't care what you say now
I built myself a fortress of razorblades and spears

[Chorus]
All is bleak! bleak! bleak! woooooe (x2)

Your insults pierce through my skin as a million knives
My body aches from all the bullets you spat
A pool of blood! Carwreck with severed heads!
This is what your tongue shoots to my head

Chorus

Chorus

*insert a cheesy bridge about weapons and wounds*

*too long and unskilled guitar solo*

Chorus

That's it. It's not completely done yet, but I sure hope to find the inspiration while I watch dramas and America's bloodiest carwrecks.  May the devil devour your heart.

I crossed a girl on the street today.

She will never accept me for who i am, I am going ot go make a poem now

Woe

Kaihan