The smell of them.
The gaseous, gut wrenching stench.
Nothing compares to that of the stink.
The stink of souls.
Souls that feed from your misery.
To see it makes my spirit burn.
They give eachother titles they never earned.
Just to spit, right in my eye.
Hungry, so they watch me die.
Or is it that they want me to stink.
Just like them... A vulture.
But I will never sink.
Sink so low as to share their stink.
They do not know that Im still crying.
Because I wanted to believe the lying.
Convincing me to set pain aside.
But I'll let them think I've already died.
I've already rotted.
At least thats what they should think.
I've already given up my soul.
To ones I know, could never stink.
... Not Ever Again...
Extremely well written and well felt. Your writing has developed so much since you started posting here. Congradulations.
You never really loved me/You never really cared/It was all just a game to boost your ego/Those feelings never really there/ I'm filing emotional bankruptcy/My heart can take no more debt/Theres no more "money" there to spend. === Besides tee hee SHE loves me!
agreed with divine and bratling...
I like the imagery very well.. ^^
hey~! i called her peachy first~!!
Keep up the good work! ^^ be watching ya like a shadow.. xD jk ^^
Legion Ketsueki Lives on~!!
I'm BACK AO!