Random

I wrote this when I was in one of those blagh moods. It isn't that significant.


I mask my self behind my imagination.
Never committed to anything but to comdemnation.
I pretend I'm running when I'm truly resting,
the only thing you see pressing
is my imgination masked by your creation.
I'm pleasing you,
I'm teasing me.
Put me in the spotlight...
It's my home...Light of hate, light of cruetly.
Just don't make your intentions known.
Always quick to assume...I can never find the truth.
I'm so quick to judge myself, I'm so quick to amuse myself.
I'm so quick to brag about myself. Always so quick to judge myself.
I can't be saved from myself. This is my hell. Only covered by your and my shell.