Allison's Ghost
Killjoy
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 3 | June 16th, 2009 at 07:24pm
Hi, I'm Allison.  Uhm, I'm not really new to the site, more of returning, but the rules are A LOT different from the last time I was here. So...yeah, enjoy I guess. Please PLEASE leave comments. I love feedback.
Much Love,
Allison |
Allison's Ghost
Killjoy
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 3 | June 17th, 2009 at 09:18am Questions
How do you know when you’re ready to die?
Is it a loud noise or a quiet sigh?
When your thoughts are of nothing but death,
Is that when you’re ready to give your last breath?
Black crows consume the eyes sunken womb.
Somber possesses the body.
Are daydreams of this a sure sign of dying?
All day and morning, the same thought seduces the head.
Is it possible to breathe, but really be dead?
Can death pursue without a reason, as you rest peacefully in your bed?
When your thoughts are of knives,
And long roads of red,
Death is surely the only road you tread.
Do you do what you’d like, and cut your crying wrist,
Or do as you’re told and live as they insist? |
Allison's Ghost
Killjoy
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Posts: 3 | June 17th, 2009 at 02:02pm We're Fading...
Tired eyes looking up at your golden crown,
Millions of tears trying not to drown us out.
The sick and the hungry too exhausted to speak out,
And so we all just watch as cheaters walk about,
On golden throwns and eating with silver spoons,
Telling the truth once in every four or five blue moons,
What happened to our freedom?
Where's our rights?
The declaration’s down the toilet and all that’s left is starless nights.
Red, white and blue is the new black,
Looked down upon by everyone our border lines have and haven't met.
Today’s life spells great depression 2,
And everyone around is fading to blue.
There's no more running,the gun's at our heads
No more priding ourselves out. America is dead. |
