Kill the bully

I look up into the faded night contemplating the story of my life. I have fought for every though that has armed my mind, and you may think that I am nothing but I just look away..
You hit me with the worst you got just wait and see because you wanna be just like me.
I pick up all the pieces of my heart but you occupied my mind not with love but with fear that has started to fire
You call me skinny and pale I call you dead I just need to last a year then all shall be mine
My story has no end the worrying continues as I walk these halls this doesn’t make sense
So in a rhyme I wrote you down and now you will live as the day old villain during the ages.
Because the day will come
Where I put a gun to your head and paint the walls red
I will walk into the dark with a different heart
The eyes will be cast to the ground and the night will be all I have
I will never be the same
But only the king of the damned

Luke Parsons.

Once upon a time

I have been watching a series called “Once upon a time” and in this series there is a town called Storybrook, and all the people in this town are actually characters from a Fantasy world. For example I would be Rumplestiltskin, The Evil Queen (from Snow White) or Maleficent perhaps.

Maybe everyone in this world is a character from an alternate universe and we have forgotten who we really are and what we are really capable of. My character is defiantly not on the good side but I would still do anything for the one I truly love. Maybe when we die, we return to the place where we once came from and carry on our lives like we should be living them.

My obsession and theory has begun.


Don’t waste all that sweetness to run and hide. I will explode with love and life. One day you will wake up and want somebody. It’s okay to be afraid just imitate the art and it will never be the same. They left my heart bleeding in the dark and I lost my faith in everything but now my intentions are golden. My peace of mind and I will sing for the things we want and they will fall from the sky in pieces and I will learn it’s okay to be afraid. I will be the blank page before you and use the words as weapons and write our story. I don’t think I know what it’s like to be fine. I feel like I’m chasing my ideas but it doesn’t matter. Maybe we are wasting time. I feel like everything you say is broken and you must be joking. But I’m laughing to myself? Ill hear you out and I hear you shout. Should I fall on my knees and hear the voices of the dead friends that lay beneath me? It’s a true story. Ill be good. Take a picture of me? We will be fantastic. I promise to be nice. No not nice, kind. I’m not sure how to get back home oh well we are the lost people pretending to know. The sequence of sound makes me smile. You shit on me but I smile. In my box ill take over. I always though it was you… I wanna be rich and a superficial bitch. Wait not that’s vulgar. Just wait till they announce my name and all you will sleep in my fame. Read my book it will make you cry I don’t know why but it will make you cry.


When you talk, it’s like a movie and you’re makin’ me crazy
Cause life imitates art
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
You tell me, “Life isn’t that hard.”

-Lana Del Rey

Let’s not become imitations of things that give off bad vibes and instead lets imitate the art around us, and explode with life and love. One day you will wake up and want someone and it’s okay to be afraid because if you imitate the things you want it will never be the same. Iv lost my faith in everything but my intentions are gold. Soon ill move in and my body will sing the things I want and everything I want will fall from the sky in pieces. And it will never be the same.

-Luke Parsons