nighmareangel

I reminisce of all the things i miss I reminisce all the things i lost To the monster we call life This thing of pain and suffering I reminisce of where i used to be The joy i felt and love i felt Gone in a flash cut in its prime I reminisce of the times i had All the smiles and laughs i shared Where it was nice and easy To reminisce about all this Is a double edged sword Making me smile and cry Dont reminisce the rest It is gone and dead Wake up and see life For the beast it is Cruel and cold I reminisce about life never being cold

The thing about love is that it's so undefined I can't be sure if it exsists. I remember spending years convincing myself that it did. But love is just a word we attach to feelings we can't explain or describe. I thought it was love just because my heart chose to hold on I thought it was love just because I accepted the delusion in my mind as love. They make love seem to be a simple concept with pretty words, sacrifice, and falling asleep with kisses or sex, this easy to do pick me up, a word that can take away your dark parts, an idea of which to blame all your actions. And when it ends what are you left with, except a handful of his he

Anger, life, and work. The faceless car paves the street. The skyscraper walks like a faceless guy. Exhaustion is a dry sidewalk. All flowers are old, grimy cigarettes. Slums grow like heartbreak growing up. My Death is a small door. All I need is the key from you, And shine gold forever in these streets.