Current Residence: Quebec, Canada. Favourite genre of music: Heavy, Industrial, Country, Whatever Favourite photographer: Don't know.. Favourite style of art: Allot of 'em Operating System: Windows XP Pro MP3 player of choice: Winamp 5x Shell of choice: Explorer.exe Wallpaper of choice: Dreaming of Alien Stars Skin of choice: AikonXP Favourite cartoon character: GIR Personal Quote: Who did what where now?
Wow, seems like forever since I posted something here so I thought I would drop by and show a sign of life. I've been unfortunatly too busy to create Art like before but things are looking up. Only a few more websites to go..
Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself.
He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here.
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he can't even feel it.
There it goes again, he's listening to someone.
He hears the bitter laughter.
And all he wants to know is..
Why does any of it matter? I can't take it anymore.
You've gotta try - the inhale that makes the exhale so much better.
He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean.
He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts.
Come one and all and see what happened that broken man is me.
There it goes again, I
When everything is lost (peel it all away)
Haunting us with questions (asking)
Ever find the smile inside (no), is it hidden
Behind the sweating eyes (bleeding)
Dead inside a scream that's pouring from me
I'm planted in this skin, (constricting and pulling me)
This dirty filthy skin(rancid and stinging me)
I burn behind the walls,(that have become my world)
The bearer of a gift, fuck your gift
Truth does not exist,
But the lies do......
They're buried in the skin,
Perversion of a truth I'm stuck there,
(Inside of lies buried in me, why)
Born into a world never asked to be here
(Try to forget truth do