Who believes in love anymore? Love is just like religion. You want it so so so much to be real. But its not now is it? Deep down you know its not. Its just how long a temporary attraction lasts. Its only a feeling.

 
Still falling

Breathless and on again

Inside today

Beside me today

Around broken in two

Till your eyes shed

Into dust

Like two strangers

Turning into dust

Till my hand shook

With the way I fear

I could possibly be fading

Or have something more to gain

I could feel myself growing colder

I could feel myself under your fate

Under your fate

It was you

Breathless and tall

I could feel my eyes turning into dust

And two strangers

Turning into dust

Turning into dust

- Mazzy Star "Into Dust"
posted by Div at 08:24

 
My philosophies in life
1.Everything happens for a reason
2.What goes around comes around
3.Shit happens
posted by Div at 05:25

 
eh rafiel ask faidi to get to me as soon as you see this.
posted by Div at 21:52

 
Sometimes the people with the most faces on,
are the easiest to read. They are as predictable
in the likeness as which they assume they are not.
They are the ones that become angry and depressed everytime
that bit of truth leaks out. They tell of everything
they feel and think only beacause it keeps them secure to know that
others look up to the facade they so carefully have to
groom and keep well polished.
Occasionally amongst all that polishing,
their masks get shiny enough for them
to see their own reflection.
And then they suddenly reel back
to their shells of anger,depession and melancholy.
Sometimes a cold fortress of numbness
-which they attribute to moodiness.
But it isn't moodiness is it?
Its the real face of themselves they see.
Its the one face they neglected amongst all others.
The one face that plagues them with guilt every single day though they might not feel it.
The one face coverd by so so many walls of pride .
The one face they try harder to hide from themselves and everyone else,than they try to keep all their other faces intact.
They are the ones whose hearts' race just a little
bit quicker when they read this. Knowing deep inside
sometimes faces are all they have to them
Why?
Why wont they just let go of their pride and try fixing the most important face of all?
And you ask.
What right? What right do I have to say things like that?
I'll say because i was one of them before.
I have as much a right as you have to put on all your faces.

I have no right at all.


posted by Div at 19:03

 
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on, take it on

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spilling my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I've got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and she's in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside.
Take it on, take it on

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever,
How long, I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever




posted by Div at 17:58

 
If death were to be upon me,
I would gladly embrace her frigid bones,
Within the darkest clouds of her cloak,
My memories would wither away,
And they would envelop me.
To where the black remnants of her heart
pulse the hynotic drones of long dead Gods,
Mine would follow.
When my eyes would tear for the world
The drowning emptiness of her's
would whisper and caress my soul,
gently she would call,
And then,
slowly,
I would die.
posted by Div at 02:03

 
Dreams are born and reborn, lingering
Through these years; I wait. My knowing smiles
Have become wisdoms you cannot touch,
And every time you leave (return)
You never wear the same face twice--
Until now. Chaos wanders vacantly,
As those who can't bless
Seek to desecrate, with hearts so still
And prayers that whisper in the ears
Of lonely. I wonder too much
About the days in between, the life
You live outside of this reality.
What drives you to rest your head
Among the thorns? You bide your time
In order to lay siege again, finding
The single crack in a cause
Just to prove your innocence (ignorance).
Forgive me if I don't open
My arms--there's not a devil in me
That could trust you, again. Time
Has fallen down upon itself, and you
Have emerged from the wreckage, unscathed--
No, there's no such thing as coincidence,
And some dreams that die, do so for a reason.


posted by Div at 05:35