Through The Vast Wilderness

So this is permanence, love's shattered pride

What once was innocent, turned on it's side

Joy Division - Twenty Four Hours

Isolation

This Is Hardly original.

Through the words of others, not my own is where my expression is made

'someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong.'
AHX

In fear every day, every evening

He calls her aloud from above

Carefully watched for a reason

Painstaking devotion and love

Surrendered to self preservation

From others who care for themselves

A blindness that touches perfection

But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation

Mother I tried please believe me

I'm doing the best that I can

I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through

I'm ashamed of the person I am

Isolation, isolation, isolation

But if you could just see the beauty

These things I could never describe

These pleasures a wayward distraction

This is my one lucky prize

Isolation,
isolation,
isolation,
isolation,
isolation,


Joy Division - Isolation

I'm Just Another One Of Your Wasted Days

Empty, Forgetful and Unfulfilled


I am Dethroned

I managed to convince my friend and fellow blogger to let me use his photography (See above)
I don't know how, as none of these words will be half as good as the photographs are.

I haven't posted in ages, and I feel bad because of it, rest assured I have a few ideas in the pipeline for this place, brighten it up, sort out my labels, actually put something interesting up etccc.

I haven't been interesting and creative in a long time, which is a shame because I think self expression at this juncture is possibly the only thing that could save me.


I am sorry there's been no Joe Ben Jovi by the way. There should be at some point in the near future, If I get off my arse, stop being such a prude and manage to find five minutes in which Joe isn't screaming his heart out on stage to actually go out and eat someplace.






Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever

Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase

Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings

Open then shut, then slammed in our face
Joy Division - Decades