This sucks dick. Why am I posting this??

I've Created A Monster

Can't sleep tonight
The moon's too bright
The shadows it casts redefine my sense of fright
Like the bullet holes inside your chest
Like knowing love but not the rest
You're sleeping tight
But you're still tired

Can't think straight
Sense stolen away
Everything we say hurts anyway
We'll deal with it and be okay
But you and me have gotten to be
Like monsters are to a pretty lady
We feel and bleed like poetry
But this song is pain and the pain's in me
I'll see what you see
If you stop hating me

We'll find the rest of you
We'll make the best of me
And at some point the earth will change
And maybe we'll be sorry
But right now we'll live in fantasy
Let's say you're right, I'm a baby
Let's buy a house, opened by key
And dump in it our misery
Let's talk again
Let's walk like friends
But these scars run deep
I can't do this again
I'd rather lay awake in bed

Written by Niloo Farahzadeh

OMG like, your Lipstick DEFINES you!

So I uhh definately stole this from another blog...
But I thought it was interesting so I decided to post it on mine.
I checked my total of 1 lipstick (honestly, who wears lipstick anymore?) and I'm definately a sharp-angled tip.

I usually think these things are freakin lame, but as you can see this whole system has been developped by Cynthia Christ ladies and (few) gentlemen. I figure if your last name is the same as the son of God's then you're probably not lying haha.

(if the pictures too small just click on it loser -__-)

BITCH, CAN YOU FEEL IT???

Kay, What the fuck is my obsession with lightbulbs, chandeliers, lanterns etc.???

Just watch, in about a month I'm going to have built up another collection of pictures like this...

I need a hobby -__-

Malcolm, The Dying Horseshoe

A case of beer

A bag of pot

Crank in your nose

Words you forgot

Spit up your dreams

The end as it seems

Illusions of the mind

Ticking of the time

Armageddon approaches

The clock in your ear

Work on mood swings and hormones

And a false atmosphere

Speak sick words at night

To keep bad dreams away

Live life like a song

Not good enough to play

And it's never coming back

The life you're throwing away

'Shroom head!

That said,

Malcolm, waddya say?

Someone cares about you

And wants you to stay

Moody music

Techno beats

And a shot glass away

To complete self-destruction

To the ultimate fight

Mind over Universe

Malcolm killed himself that night...

Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh

Like someone would hold a dying child

I should have been a pair of ragged claws...

Let the river of beauty flow
Let the trickles of water go
For I am a thirsty cactus in dire need
And am craving for water to do its deed

But prickly plant from the sand of gold
Beauty you don't need, for water you hold
They come from near and far, you quench their thirst
Even if you poke, you aren't the worst

But I still yearn for the springtime bloom
For the bride to hold me in front of her groom
To be placed in smooth, flowing hair
To dance in the wind with my colours bare

To feel the breeze rich with essence
To get stung by bees and learn my lessons
For that girl to pick me, from my spot
He loves me, he loves me not

And one by one, my petals would fall
My hopes, my fears, my dreams and all
Back to the river of beauty I'd flow
And to another thirsty cactus I'd go

Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
Photo by: Niloo Farahzadeh

Monochromatic

Living dies
Like morning rise
Hard work sweats
Like story lies
Life was new
But life was mine
Like seed
Like greed
White as a baby

White is pure
Like life is gray
Shades and hues
Like tellers say
Paint your canvas
Mold your clay
Dent your bumper
Renew each day
Like age
Like change
As gray as knowledge

Darkness steals
Like meadow heals
The scrapes and burns
That time seals
Like eyes that have seen
The worst appeals
Evil morphed
And life congealed
Like blood
Like love
As black as death

Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh

Better Late Than Never

Now that destiny has begun
There's nothing to be said
Silence isn't forgiveness
But I won't come down from my throne
You've hurt me enough
Congrats! Go home
Every rope or chain that existed
Binding me to you
I've burned down by lack of noise
And you're being held together
False laughter, false poise
I hope you cry alone
You've damaged me enough
Congrats! Go home
I was sleep deprived and bitter
And now everthing's better
No need to worry about you
Your false personality and your false views
Your masked face and your bipolar ways
These are the reasons why I don't answer my phone
You've proved that you were a mistake
Congrats! Go home

Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh

And all the voices sound just like you...

Photo by: MEEE!!!! :)
I don't know what to say or how to explain this one. Listen to the song " Kicking Your Crosses Down" by Circa Survive and maybe you'll get it. Talk about a band that alters your mind!