words mean alot but the pain is excrustiating

what happens when 2 who are alike are a part what happens when 2 can no longer speak does it mean im here or am i gone my mind can no longer withstand this pain when two people are alike, the best one of them has to suffer make the other one better in the heart. is it me or u? am i pleased with u? what can i do? to change my views? the only thing that keeps me sane is to know that my life has no meaning love means nothing in this world if there is nothing there to begin with suffering u may say i am huh? u have no idea but the true care and love comes from within u cant dissown ur blood but my blood seeps deeper then venom my blood is now the venom that runs my life i can no longer express this pain the hurt and the fact that u may think im insane i may have lost my rocker but the i havent forgot her nor will i ever in that matter but somehow for the best of it it shall be done thy kingdom come give me this day that i will not forget that thy king will take me in his arms forever more so u say im nuts so u say im crazy im just in a state of mind where i dont know what love means anymore is it me or is it u that to me is tha question so as i leave my pledge with GOD that ill come home soon i leave my last wish that i wasnt such a bafoon u say this once u say this again u love me but how do u want me to respond GOD has layed his gates of wrath upon me to keep me from falling but i dont see what the point is when hell itself has calln upon thee may i go, or shall i stay the question lies within my soul my heart has gone cold im sorry for pain im sorry if it rains but somehow i know that things can never be tha same why have i came to a place called earth it makes me want to remember my point of existance was i meant to be from birth or was it just planned so the demon can bring my inner self out of me the black skin just a resemblence of the dark angel im just a marylin manson inside take me to death itself for my existance with death itself is now my only true wealth to shed my blood is my only cure but somehow im not so sure but in due time ill meet up with judgement my health isnt my biggest worry anymore just the fact that my heart is no longer sore the blood has already shed on my skin the warm blood keeps me healthy like money im very wealthy im losing control of my brain i cant think anylonger i wish i were just dead but instead im living with the devil himself im now burning in hell wishing that my words and actions were non-existant take me to my bed-o-fire my lava bed awaits me the sweet serenity of the dark has overcome my fears i no longer live in this place called earth now i know my existance and fate from birth so i leave on a note P.S.=> life is too precious to waist, spend it wisely, and dont end up like me. my confused mind can no longer take this emotional let down. if i were GOD himself id just end this life i live and call it a day of saving grace....... ~*Sean*~ AKA whitty or biohazard which is now my new screen name (*"BIOHAZARD4LIFEYO"*) Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 08:27 AM PST   0 • 1