hey ok so im going through my notebook o doodles and shit and i found this poem i wrote. well its not really a poem... but its something.. i kinda came up with it from my creepy people watching hobby. i kinda wondered if anyone really feels guilt... so i kinda made my own view on it. its titled Gossip. ok ill get on with it... she cried herself to sleep that night fear, nervousness, fright her eyes squeezed shut and she was running black, damp, stone. walls cold and hard of a dark gothic style demons in the air, and no escape the floor... wet her feet gave way she slips on a tile she lands in a puddle warm...and it smells of blood. all over the floors blood all over the walls blood the entire hellish corridor blood and her hands it dripped trickled flowed off her hands blood not her own damned with the weight of a murder unknown realization dawning she was the killer her meaningless stabing of the back and her weapon? the sword of the tounge..... so yeah.. thought id share... all the other stuff in here is crappy song lyrics that i tried to write... alot of it has to do with how i felt when i wanted cresten so bad, and when paul started ignoring me... so its useless to put it up here... but yeah ne ways... Lempy is callin so i gtg