Wallace: 3062 books

I'm just stayin aliveI don't really know whyI can't take this shitIt never fuckin endsThe same ol' day to dayWhy do I haveTo live this wayI think I'm made to payFor everyone else's mistakesPlace the blame on themOr at leastLet me pay with my lifeFuck, I wanna die

I...Don't want to hurt youBut I...Don't know how much I can careAll I doIs seem to curse youAnd I...Don't know if that's being fair

I'll keep hangin onI won't let myselfBe a victim anymoreI don't careIf you forgive meYou can cause me painAt most, my blood will stainAnd scab, and it will healYou can't kill me!

In the place of our love,You filled in with hurt,Colored unimaginable ,Unfulfilled first,And I wasn't enough,And I knew that so muchI tried so hard to make it all workBut you went away worrying and wasted,Wasting my timeWith all those lies,You always despised, delicate, forgetting the worth

When you smile that smile,I nearly lose my mind.I can’t take the eyes off of youThat never thought they’d findSomeone that looks the way you do,Whose lips seem like they’reSweet to consume.If there is still roomIn the heart left behind,What’s not torn up inside,Nobody would ever love youThe way I’d love you my whole life through.

I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to everHave something more than just this pain.I’m ready to be forgottenAnd to know that I don’t have to remainIn this, all of this, all of it, all that I canNo longer know how to endure.I don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cureTo this sickness,...

A uniquely intriguing tale of mystery and suspense, by Edgar Wallace.

One of the most prolific writers of the twentieth century, Edgar Wallace was an immensely popular author, who created exciting thrillers spiced with tales of treacherous crooks and hard-boiled detectives. „"The Double"” is a story about a man who encounters his unknown double and the...

The pain I've felt so longCould never have beenWithout reasonEvery bit of it could never be wrongBecause it's taught me whatTo really say and how to mean itYou're so good I can't believe my eyesI can't understand how you came to beYou've made me thankful for all the liesI...

The touch that makes me weakSoft skin on cheekEverything wonderfulWhen you're in my armsSo breathlessI have to fight to speakI love everything that you are

A poem dedicated to a life of disease and disgust, wretchedness and hate

She will always be everything I want and everything I wish i could need.

Your dream of this creation called love is just the blinding nightmare you've convinced yourselves is there to bring hope.

Getting Stuff: Everything Is Possible - This is a collection of essays on love. Well, actually, on all the truths that conspire to make up the whole of the Universe, which in Its purest essence is love. This is the entire picture of what makes up what Is, and how they interrelate in the making of the...