Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayerYour first full nameYour personality rates a10your best quality isyoure fun to hang aroundyour worst quality isnothing! lucky you ;)this is becauseOf the people you hang aroundQuiz created with MemeGen! DREAMSFor given dreams I have forsaken my own. A night with limitless souls and breathtaking adventures. I drank to those who have forgotten how to smile, and thought nothing of myself. Maybe I was just laughing at who I was or was I just happy to be alive. I have forgotten myself and left whot I could do. For nights I can think of many who I love, miss, and desire. I love those who will forever be in my life. I miss those who never think of me nor my name, and I desire whot I will never see nor touch. When I dream nothing is forgotten or forsaken, so when I wake up there should always be something to look forward to, and nothing to feel forsaken. THE IMPORTANCE OF MISUNDERSTANDINGTormented peices of youth destroy me, as I lay beside my dying corpse to remember the hate I have for life. I gripped the reality of it with nothing, but a blank thought of idiosy.Why do I try to understand? Is it because I have nothing else to believe in, but ones true self. Is ones true self truth at all.I try to find reason in my thoughts of anguish, but I am always driven to hatred or sadness.I died that night without a reckioning of why I was lost because there wasn't one. I just plainly got tired of hating who I am or what I was.Don't greeve for me when you see my body just kiss the forehead, and be on your way. In the process of my existance I was missled to believe I was important. MY OWN EVILI sit with an open chestRaping the insides of a bloody messWalking through the puddlesSpitting in the face of a stupid societyFuck being like everyone elseEveryone else wants to be meMy own God is myselfI walk the destiny you can't seeAs you shoot a hole in your headI put a cup under the blood flowSit back sip it and laughThe poison of your miserable lifeFlowing down my throatIt cools my soul and burns my brainYour sick and I am your futureNo lust in this loveJust pure hatred Sight for sore HeartsAccidently spilled your bloodFor it's excuse to quiver before youCreeping slightly by Dashing towards the withering coldA cold chill embraces youFeeling death's breath on your neck"Come with me to the dark" It whispersWhile your eyes closeAnd your heart slowsOnly one darkness can bring the lightAs you watch it boldly glareThe eyes of rageWanting to follow your eyesThe eyes of an angelAnd the voice of a harpTo guide Death's hands off your chestJust glimpse at what is before youAnd what you see is true