Current Residence: Scotland
Favourite genre of music: mostly grunge/emo/punk
MP3 player of choice: Zen micro!
Favourite cartoon character: Cosmo from the fairly odd parents! :]
Personal Quote: Warg. x]
My Suicidal Enzyme.obnoxious,My Suicidal Enzyme. by ~coolcucumber
clinging onto my inevitable destruction,
my best kept secret,
the flicker of an eyelash,
cold agaisnt my skin,
a tawny gene,
is all i have to certify,
my doubtfall existance.
until i bleed irony.
I love my redneck wit,
convincing me into apoptosy,
you always had been,
my suicidal enzyme
Lose Yourself in the MusicLose Yourself in the Music by ~coolcucumber
You underestimate the power of words.
I suppose it has never occured to you,
that communication is not only spoken;
bitter crotchets regurgitating my life, my emotions, my thoughts.
A single letter could deprive you of your soul.
An insignificant movement of a lip,
could lead you to disastor.
It is unnescessary to be afraid.
Fear only hinders us from our dreams.
And dreams become relaity in our imagination.
We must embrace impossibilities and produce our own perspective.
A perspective that is true to yourself.
Because only you can change your world.
Only you can achieve your desires,
all you need,
is one simple thing;
being to open your eyes.
ConcussionEvery scrape of skin,Concussion by ~coolcucumber
our skin bonded by bone,
all the dust peel off us,
and fall into a column,
of sin, desire but death.
Every root of scalp,
blinded by a fringe,
all my eyelashes crack,
resting on your tongue,
upon concusion of confess.
Every cell of blood,
escaping from our skin,
crawling down our spines,
closing our perspective;
putting us to rest.
Billie's last breath.With this razor, i slit my throat, as you wrapped your noose of lies around my neck. The blood dripped, as the angels tightened the rope, restricting my airflows, platelets, soul.Billie's last breath. by ~coolcucumber
How i dreamt of this moment, so many times before, only to find a hand ceasing my blade.
Yet this time there is no one.
For i am no one.
I was no one.
And as I feel a sudeen drip of blood linger down my throat, i embrace the rush of carbon choking my insides; my guardian angel kissing me softly.
Although my vision is blurred, everything remains clear.
A soft caress from death,
squeezing my life from me.
I had no home.
I had my dream.
I was never sufficient.