Pitch Black Heart

My name is Micha and I am from Indiana. I'm currently serving time in hell...Otherwise known as the armys' 82d Airborne Division...I hate this place so much...i can't wait to get out...hmm...i love writing about death...the voice that haunts me...broken hearts...and sometimes i might actually throw something happy in there...my writing helps me, it calms me down and i only write when i get really depressed or when i feel like i'm on top of the world

MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG...

The Taste of Ink
by: The Used

Is it worth it can you even hear me
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it coming
While I'm standing in the river drowning
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free

So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this

And won't you think I'm pretty
When I'm standing top the bright lit city
And I'll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there to so you can see
As long as you're alive and care
I promise I will take you there
And we'll drink and dance the night away

As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there