I am damaged.. Jus a fair warning
And if your gonna keep looking here just message me. Also if i like one of your pics i wanna chat, just too shy to start a convo.
Your eyes are hollow,
Your heart is shallow,
and your words mean nothing to me.
A lifetime of lies,
All the schemes
You devise,
Will eventually lead to your demise.
Hell is waiting for you.
~Christy Ann Martine
How sweet it must be to feel all the pain at once,
then never again.
~kdh
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow.
~Maynard James Keenan
I became insane with long horrible intervals of sanity.
~E.A.Poe
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds
~Robert J Oppenheimer
Yes I really am 34. My name is Nicollette, I'm a student in Mortuary Science. I like to stay busy. I like to make money. I love music. Im a loner. Im not social and im very awkward. Chopin is my favorite. Also i dont do social media. INTJ-T ...also if your into astrology Sun Capricorn Moon Cancer and rising Scorpio.
"Who killed c**k Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed c**k Robin."
"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."
"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."
"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."
"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."
"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."
"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."
"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
"Both the c**k and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."
"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor c**k Robin.
