| i'm a hedonist.. always looking for new pleasures |


at the end of the day as his eyes close at the end of the dayat the end of the day by ~BnYce
moondrips waltzing on the walls
out come the truths to play
he cannot hide from his mind
only hope to deceive it
even then it knows always
the lies behind sweet drips from lips
sands of sleep, take your toll
this brain darts with no leash
dreams grow from the truth in her soul
will they reminisce of cherry blossoms in april
or snap at his mind, calling you a hypocrite


no, you haven't. have you ever seen me cry?no, you haven't. by ~nighttimebeautiful
the way my mind falls to pieces,
and nothing makes sense.
(when i think chocolate ice-cream
for breakfast, lunch and dinner
is a real good idea)
have you seen me laugh, truly?
when i forget to breathe,
and i need you for support
(when i get makeup all over
my face, and can't tell whats
real)
have you seen my flaws?
the way my cheeks are pink,
and the way my knee locks
when i run.
(when i look at myself,
and you have to hold me close,
or else i fall apart)
have you heard me sing?
in the morning to metal,
or the strange sounds i make
to russian techno in the afternoon
(when i can't see right