Never Any At AllThere's a man in a grave with two sad, still eyes. There's a smile on his lips, and it's not a lie.There's an old woman that sits in a room who screams to herself. Muttering under her breathe about the dreams she tenderly treasures [like her unborn child]. She knows, in her heart, it's a cage that she's in, though the nurses explain 'it's the easiest way to forget.' But the scar on her face will be there forever. There is no window. The door is always closed, and there's a fake, fake smell that clings to the walls. It's the stench of flowers, though there were never any, at all
There's a woman with a knife in her old mans heart. She has a grin so wide her face may split in half, but it's still not wider than his. And her mother, in the corner, just stares. No blinks and No breathe. She bites down on her tongue to keep from screaming. She'd expected this tragic, from the very beginning
There's a young lady with a plan that is stuck in her head. Like the itch in the back of
Grey Birds RoostingRemember remember,The birds of SeptemberThat darkly floated in,Before the sun-burst of colourAnd heavy briefcase rain.Before all falling shapes were lostIn choking clouds of concrete dustAnd journalists, (that's full grown men)Showed their tears on CNN.But my diction only sours-So remember remember,The birds of September,Gliding into towers.And when you see infantry in the East,Lament then;The price of our peace.
angelShe is a musician.Pale grey eyes that are half closed and blood shot most of the time.Crimson colored hair, the kind you can only get out of a box, sways down to her frail hips,But the incognito blonde peeks out at the roots.She leans her skinny body against the cold brick wall like it's Home Base in a game of tag.A cigarette hangs from her lips, a violin from her fingers.They're melancholy tunes that she pulls from those strings,But they harmonize with the clatter of coins being tossed in a jar.They watch her like she's an angel.They hear her like she's a prayer.She sings about money, and love, and other seemingly empty things.And when they ask her if she is trying to save the world she speaks,"Why should I?When has the world ever saved me?"
in her sleepSpiders kiss her in her sleepand she wakes up with pin pricks in her wrist[and she kisses them back.]She buys her own flowers,and she tells her self they are from him[until she wakes up believing they are.]The crow tells her she is beautifuland she tells him it's a sin[to lie.]They tell her they are concernedand she tells them they are mad[and she is only a dream.]
Devious Journal EntryHey all together I do cosplay for about 5 years now and I sewed 52 costumes so far (OMG!!). And these costumes become a problem more and more... reason? -> I still own them all XDSo I decided to sell some of my costumes. For the beginning about 10, I will list them below. They are all size XS or 34. I'm not a professional sewer, but I always try to sew very very clean and to design the costume handy... that means: you can put the costume on and out easily and you don't have to tape it on your body in addition If you are interested in one of the costumes, please send a note Miku Hatsune (Unhappy Refrain)Reika MishimaHiiragi Kagami - SOLD!Yoshino HarusawaAnne TodoAyanami Rei (Gothic Night) - SOLD!Adelicia Lenn MathersAyanami Rei (casual) - only top and beltAyanami Rei (Wild Wild West) - SOLD!Mio Akiyama (Don't say Lazy)you can find pictures of all the costumes here on DA (unsorted) or at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Butterfly-Dreams/178648012188929 (not so chaotic as