There is no need to cry for me my dear, I will always love you.
But lately, it has been hard.
No one has crashed and burned and been busted and broken as much as I have.
So ride that white horse, gallop along my prince charming, I know you will find me one day.
Among those birds, flying up to heaven, to see your angelic face.
I love you my dear.
Believe me when I say I want you.
I don’t want a fairytale, I just want you.
Signed, Ophelia
My eyes are blood shot
My vision
Is obscured by the
Tears that roll down my cheeks
My head screams at me
Voices of hate and envy
Infiltrate my mind
I’m crazy
Your gaze burns through my skin
Your hands will destroy me
This empty love will be
The death of me
Your touch burns through my skin
Your lips will destroy me
This poisonous kiss will be
The death of me
This blade cuts deep into me heart
Waiting for your stitches
To mend this wound that pierces deep
As you burn our pictures
And as I sit here in the dark
I wait for you to end my misery
For your bullet to impale my heart
Please just put an end to me
Your gaze burns through my skin
Your hands will destroy me
This empty love will be
The death of me
Your touch burns through my skin
Your lips will destroy me
This poisonous kiss will be
The death of me
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your gaze burns through my skin
Your lips will destroy me
This poisonous kiss will be
The death of me
Your touch burns through my skin
Your lips will destroy me
This poisonous kiss will be
The death of me
(your kiss is poison)
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Your kiss is poison
Sombre red skies burn the sun
Our feeble hearts turned inside out
Bloodshed, slaughter, destruction unsung
Death brings foth damnation
Drought
The screams of ravens
Rupture black seas
Hells cold hands gripped around my neck
Ravenous winds spread the worlds disease
a plague of deception, lies and deciet
Walks all over me just like an insect
Stinking of dried blood
Scraped from the guillotine
Conspiracy among lost souls of the deep
Obsidian
Flames engulf the sand
a plot to destroy the likes of me
Will reign hovoc across the land
The earth crumbles beneath our feet
Into darkness we decend
Here i stand, deaths gaze paralyzing
and i realize that this is the end
Well, very weird, but interesting non-the-less.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but when the roads workers ‘fix’ a road, by covering it with a really thick sticky black liquid then sprinkling thousands of dangerously sharp fast-travelling gravel bits onto it like the 100’s and 1000’s on the top of a children’s pink fairy cupcake . . . it can tend to be a bit annoying . . .
Is it not just me? Or does that sound like the lazy attempt at fixing something, slap on a layer of sticky stuff with some gravel on top then it’s done . . . it’s only a road after all, and of course no one ever walks along this road, so it’s perfectly okay if the ground is covered in small sharp rocks which soon become fast-flying projectiles thanks to the motor vehicles that travel along it. No, but okay, I do understand that there’s a lot going on in the council chambers, lots of decisions and money to be arranged, especially lots of stupid roads built right through people’s property just because they ‘think’ it will increase the fluency of traffic travelling through certain areas. *cough* Kingston Bypass *cough*
Nah, so the gravel covered road didn’t bug me as much as it sounds like, I’m just using it as an interesting opener.
What I really found interesting is the prioritising the council folk seem to have planned out. There are electoral signs (“Vote Now!”) that get replaced the day after they are vandalized and yet we have road signs bent, roads cracked and distorted and speed limit signs on either side of the road giving two different values. [I’m not kidding, a one sign on either side of the road, one says 80 the other says 60″]
Isn’t it interesting that the political signs come first, then the road, then the signs . . . bizarre.
But the one thing that made my walk home interesting, is the gravel . . . well, apart from it flinging up into my face every time a car passed by. That sticky black stuff they cover in gravel looks like a liquid, it looks as though if you were to dip your finger into it I’d stick in so much you’d be lucky to see it again. Yet when you touch this sticky black stuff you find that it’s solid . . . and I find that a rather weird illusion.
The anomaly produced some pretty spiffy photographs too.
Well, catch you later folks!
Take my hand dear child,
and i will lead the way,
to a place of desires and mystery,
take you from this world of decay.
There shall be rainbows at every corner,
colour will fill your eyes,
No more crying little child,
Everything they say is lies.
I’ll take you to a place of perfect,
where any dream can come true,
leave this world alone,
Just as it rejected you.
Among all the beauty,
Something isn’t right,
You are a bird dear child,
You must take your flight.
Do not be afraid my sweet,
nothing can hurt you now,
Your eyes are shut, body’s asleep,
You’re safe, this to you i vow.
Awake from this nightmare,
that we all call home.
It crumbles down around us.
Your last flight has been flown.
Signed, Ophelia.
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What do you get when you grab all the Ben-A-Ball Blogs by their . . . code . . . and slam them all together? You get this, the Ben-A-Ball website, www.benaball.com.
Now this may come as a bit of a surprise, considering the fact that the Ben-A-Ball blogs just went through a massive theme upgrade, then all of a sudden there’s another upgrade. I am sorry, but now, I’m really excited, and that’s all that matters.
This site all the blogs in one, so you don’t have to navigate through different websites, you have the one-stop-address and you’re here!
What’s the new?
Put it this way, it’s AWESOME!
Plus this new site is actually a lot easier for me to publish stuff to, that means more content for you! I’m cracking away as we speak!
Enjoy folks.