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| I washed upon the shore,
An island, deserted, or more?
I forced myself to me feet to stand,
Then started to wonder the land.
I walked for hours until I came to a clearing in the thick,
There were chains, shackles I thought to my self "this must be a trick".
Then I saw it, in the guillotine the figure of a beast,
Glaring at me lustfuly as if it were ready to feast.
I ran, As fast as I could back to the coast,
I could see my hands, they were white like a ghost,
I ran for hours till I finaly collapsed to the dirt,
The beast cought up, it attacked my blood soaked shirt.
The beast was licking and biting like I've never felt,
I wanted to escape so I clawed at the beasts pelt.
Grabing what I could to get a good grip,
The blood was mine wich I heard drip.
Drip from the fangs of the beast above,
As bad it was I felt differant, I felt love.
I thought finally I'de gone insane,
For who could want so much pain.
Still I fought to be free from his wrath,
I broke free and ran down the path.
I ran as fast and as long as I could,
But as I looked back the beast only stood.
I slowed down and turned to look him in the eye,
I wanted to run but instead I stayed afraid to die.
He glared at me and I felt as though Ide been hit by a whips crack,
I stared at him and our eyes were engaged, he let out a growl, and i ran back.
Back to the beast that was tyring to kill me,
I don't know why but With the beast I felt.... Free. | | |
| Somthin I came up wit today.. Give me some feed back =)
My life was going nowhere,
Just drifting in the air,
I was sick of lying wanting to end it all,
Wondering where to run or where to crawl
Do you know what it's like to lust for death
Taking that first last breathe
I finaly had enough, so grabbed the knife,
I was through with this sad excuse for a life,
I slide the blade through my vain,
Wondering if I really was insane,
Do you know what it's like to be so close to death,
That's the second last breathe,
All in one moment I felt like I had control of my life
Living or dying it was up to me, holding so tight onto the knife,
I was the victor, the winner of the war, I was meeting death
To take that second last breathe,
To know your last breathe is near
It's an amazing kind of fear
To take that second last breathe
The second last breathe
and then the last first breathe... | | |
| Well first off I want you all to know I do plan on keeping up with xanga.... It's just kinda hard sometimes... lol... But anyways... Yeah soo an update on life... hmmm... Well I've asked three differant girls out.. All said no... Two of them I like alot... And the other.. I'm in love with like you have no fucking idea... But she doesn't feel the same... Oh well can't get pissed about that I guess but it still sucks.... And lets see... I havn't had a chance to cut in a loooooong time... I feel like the next thing that goes wrong I'm gonna fucking kill someone... =D... But on the bright side... It hasn't been me.... Yet.... And hmmm yeah school is fucking gay as hell... I can't keep my fucking grades up... So all I hear from my Grandma is bull shit... But it's not my fault... Well I guess it kinda is but... Yeah it pretty much is but it's not ALL my fault... But I guess that's life... I don't get to exempt any tests cause I've been gone so much.... But that also is not my fault.... Only this time it's true lol =D... anywho... I can't get any of the other kids to shut the fuck up about my cutting... It's like they all think they're better than I am or somthing... I just can't stand fucktarded cock crunchers like that... It pisses me off... I also think that's why those girls don't "like" me... They're all Christian and I so I think they just don't like the fact that I cut... Don't get me wrong I'm not Christian bashing here... I'm Christian.. But that's the thing.... They look down on me cause I'm Christian and I cut.... So I don't know... But it's like that one girl... Camille is her name... I just can't keep her out of my freakin head... Not like the way guys usually think about girls... It's soo much differant.. I don't just wanna fuck her... To tell you the truth I don't want to at all.... I love that girl sooo much and the thing is she knows it and now I can't even get close to her to be a friend.... It's complicated... She says yeah I want to be your friend... But at school it's like I don't even exist... Idk... She talks to me a little bit but it's more that she wan't to be myspace buddies... Where her freinds can't see it... I guess that makes sense... Those other two girls are her close friends.. And so I guess if they see her talking to me she has to go through that BS from them... You know I really don't know what's goin on anymore... I just want to freakin get through this bull shit as fast as I can.... God this is a loooong update.. So I guess I'm just gonna shut up... ~Zeb~ | | |
| I learned the coolest thing today.. Ok pick any number Multiply it by 2 Add 36 Divide by 2 Then subtract the original number The number you know have is 18 | | |
| Well.... I was going to post some poetry..... But it seems I left it in my bag at the school....... Darn..... | | |
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