I can't give it up
to someone else's touch
Because I care too much..




^Stuck in my head. Infinity-The Xx.

Howl

Suck my soul out

set it free

its stuck somewhere

in my oesophagus now

waiting for the wind

to push it down

pull it up

liberate it

set it free

come now,part your lips

let it flee.

Is it my fault that I could practically gnaw and rip off somebody's clothes now?Fuck.Sub 10 degree temperature.Us bongs feel cold soon.We take our mittens out when the calendar says its November.How am I supposed to study like this?EVER?!
And that was no attempt at poetry.
No,sir.I do not have the patience for that right now.Infact,everything lately has been very on-the-spur.
I need to bathe in Old Monk.I do.

One dreary after noon.

Oh hello,there..

Didn't mean to interrupt you-

Do you see me?

Then don't look away

Don't hide your face

Why I am life too

I am death.

Rowlatt

I put ink to paper
You put a gun to my head
I put ink to paper
The paper's splattered with red
See,just like my friend at the radio
I heard you sliced his tongue out
And did you think that'd silence him?
Then listen,
Can you hear revolution shout?


Because it kept raining incessantly.Cold hard drops.Of melancholy.And I had to distract myself.And the History textbook wasn't really doing the trick. x_X

I'm sorry,what did you say?

I thought you were talking to yourself again

ruled by the ghosts inside your head again

resigned,again.

I'm sorry,love,were you talking to me?

when you looked out the window

I thought you had ceased to be

Lost up,in the sky somewhere

Swimming among the clouds up there

What did you see?

For the love of Purple.

Pre-Boards. Weekend before History. 2 days. 3 books. Damien Rice,Keane and Kalbela.
Perhaps,some things don't change for the better.
All I want to do is hide from the bogeyman under my blanket. After I've taken a few shots of vodka. And my mind is reeling with absurdist prose. And a secret yearning to hold you close.

Lilith

Lilith

*hoot*
=]
Finally done.
I drew that.The artist reworked it.But I drew that.
Custom ink is simply put.. r.a.d .
So there's a little bit of everything.
The same doodle can be found in my copies,on my school desk.. Lilith wasn't born in a day. :P
Here's why I decided on the owl.And stuck to it.
But for me,she stands more for experience.And observance.And the wisdom she gains from her experiences.
All my tattoos end up having strong Celtic/Druid connections.
I left out "Solus Ipse". Truth be told, I do get affected by my external surroundings sometimes. So nothing that I will regret later.
So Lilith's perched on her branch of transience. 'Memento Mori' being Latin for -Remember Your Mortality- And I couldn't leave the headphones out.Just couldn't.Music's always been the language I communicate in best.
And her eyes are blue.From all the events she's witnessed.She's absorbed a little bit of the grief and melancholy she's seen herself.
3x3 inches of skin to remind me that everything really turns into dust someday.Perhaps,my last ink.
It covered up a little bit off my self injury.
Now,its a beautiful scar.
Yay babaay. x]
Happy 2012
To a life where my tattoos are my only commitments.
I don't have a hangover. :/

*Knights Of Cydonia-The Killers*

Do you know why Lilith was banished from The Garden of Eve? Find out. ;]