| Tuesday, November 8, 2011
pride will never allow you to make that statement,for digging up the past is never nice,
even though it might help salvage your already shredded reputation,
but why should people care about you the lowest of the low,
when there the diamonds sparkle and the colours are garishly bright.
In a society where no one cares anymore about handmade gifts,
you should remember that it is no longer about the heart but about the exterior.
what sort of world will my child grow up in? what sort of world am I growing up in?
the child in the chest, dead or alive or are we all dead before we live?
pretty clouds. herald the coming of happiness. but I think we all know it is but false hope.
in a world of black and white, red blood staining the death certificates we so happily write write write again and again, it is time to realise that happiness is best left to idol dramas and MVs.
time, for the beating heart to shrivel.
the purple piggy oinked 7:49 PM
