Ja sam ova ljeva...





*Bruna
*rođena sam 8.9.1993, Djevica
*živim u Šilu, na otoku Krku-vukojebina
*volim: frendove
myuzu
smijati se
plakati
lokat
cigarete
svoju đukelu malu
svađat se katkad(tako se rješavam svih frustracija)
zajebavat se...


*nevolim: sebe
umišljene, lažljive, narcisoidne osobe
britni spirs i ekypu
profesore
šminkere
preseravanja...

*ja sam....
....apatično,
malo
derište koje uvijek sjebe sve što dotakne.
....bez duše s komadima ledenog,
odavno slomljenog
srca u ovom umornom tijelu
koje postaje sve gore iz dana u dan.
....čudna
....komplicirana
....izgubljena





my playlist: Osmi Putnik
Marilyn Manson
Iron Maiden
Metallica
Bullet For My Valentine
Kalmah
Children Of Bodom
Cradle Of Filth
Slipknot
Dimmu Borgir
Arch Enemy
Iced Earth
Blind Guardian
My Dying Bride
Lost Paradise
King Diamond
Nightwish
Embrio
Deathstars
HIM
The 69 Eyes
Dope

my msn: my_beautiful_scars@hotmail.com


"Who are you?",he whispered.
"Death",she answered,quietly...






And she's gazin in the dark...
Trying to find her imaginary love...
Like a whisper in the night,
he was gone...
The immortal shadows...
The blaze of the heart...
Remain there...
Looking for another soul to take...
Sweeping over her grave of
her dreams....

I'm aLoNe aNd I'LL bE FoReVeR...


I'm not crying over
what you said...
I's what you didn't say
that hurts the most...



...Good Bye Memories From The Past...
...Good Bye Day...
...Night Grows Fast...
...Good Bye Love...
...Hello Pain...
...I Lost My Hope...
...But I Suffer The Same...
...For The Angels To Take Me Away...
...Saying Goodbye To The Body...
...But Here It Still Remains...

LJUBAV-to je sreća
natopljena tugom...
dolazi kad ju najmanje
očekuješ, a kad ti
najviše treba...



Ljubavne rane može
izlječiti samo onaj
koji ih je zadao...




Sweet Sadness

Here I'm now,
singing and crying.
Calling sweet sadness,
to cover me with her tears.
Faith is too weak,
can't save me now.
Eye's full with tears
trying to see the sky...
Maybe stars could show
me the way, so I can
go out from this
incurable pain...
Sadness help me now,
not to cry alone
my faith is now,
sacreded to her.




Too bad that all the good feelings
become hate,
I start to hate you more and more...
amazing how you can fool me over and
over again I must be very easy victim for you,
make me belived that everything is real...
everyone can see it but me!
It's a lie, it's all fake, nothing is real from you...
I have been wasting my times and my feelings
for the past 2 years,
I have been damaged by you,
congratuations you have won't again,
your next victim shoul be less complicated
for you with all the experienced you have...
If you havea heart you would stop
but I wouldn't put any bet on it.

Zašto?

Kad s ceste uzmeš komad oštrog stakla,
pomisliš da si našao put iz pakla.
I kad krv poteče iz tvoje ruke,
pomisli da si riješen svake muke,
pa svijet opet postane savršen,
kad novi rez je dovršen.
I rane zarastaju.
I ožiljci ostaju,
a ti misliš da je sad bolje,
pa se povlačiš u odaje svoje.
Da ondje opet tuguješ.
Da ondje opet luduješ.
Pa da se riješiš i te muke,
opet uzimaš skalpel u ruke.
I krv opet teče.
I režeš rane veće,
ali se svoja noćna mora ne ruši,
ostaju samo ožiljci- na ruci i duši...






Ljudi odlaze u onom
trenutku kada su najsretniji
da nebi nikad u žudili za tom
srećom, jer više nikad
neće biti toliko sretni...