scrawls.
travelling I always stop at exits
wondering if I'll stay
young and restless
living this way I stress less
i want to pull away
when the dream dies
the pain sets it and I don't cry
i only feel gravity and
I wonder why

and the sun was wondering if
it should stay away
for a day until the feeling went away
and the clouds were dropping and the
the rain forgot how to
bring salvation
the dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
- nelly furtado

my orphical identity.
melissa
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leave.
doll.

scawls on my skin.


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Flea....i think blurdy long then got a little bit of inspiration....hope it isn't too bad....specially for u...cheer up miss.


Fear.

Leave me alone.
Leave me a tear.
It is going to smother me.
The machines.
Obliterating me.
Are we incapable of loving?
Are we wasted in this desolated world?
The distress strangles me.
A red tear.

I am a non-entity.
I am like garbage.
But the prophets have declared your mercy.
Don't hurt me.
My soul wallow in wretchedness.

Let me enter the extreme river.
But leave me alone.
Leave me no tear.
But don't hurt me.

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