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Love To KillHe whispered in my ear, "Baby can I hug you around the neck?
Your eyes really brighten up when you cry,
Judging by the marks on your wrist you already want to die."
Trying to recover and stop loving you,
But my heart has a mind of its own,
And I can never find better then you.
"You deserve everything that's coming for you.
Everything you do makes me rageful,
I can barely stand to see you breathe.
Now blow me a kiss as you're on your knees."
Each bruise is a mistake, and truly made of love.
I know how his heart of stone really feels,
I just have to mine through the bitterness.
"You won't ever leave,
Don't you know what my dad did to me?
Poor EyesBeautiful eyes that know nothing but lies,
And the feeling to die a bit inside every day.
She knows it has to be this way,
But she still fights.
Look me in the eyes,
And say you would have the courage to do the same.
None of this came,
To her in one day,
It all had to build up over years and years and years.
Every few weeks a new fear would develop.
Perhaps of a person or an action.
She drew herself away from all things loving,
Shoving herself towards the even darker side of life.
This just made her fight even harder,
And made her see the worst in everything,
Now she's giving up.
She's lost the courage she's been forced to keep,
She weeps in
Stolen from the LightThere was a girl
an innocent girl
until the dark stole her
from the light
And the dark broke her
It washed the colour from her eyes
and replaced the green with gold
Her world bent over backwards
because she no longer saw the light
only the dark
And then everyone shut her out
When she smiled, it was no longer an innocent smile
Nothing could hurt her anymore
Because if it did
She’d hit back
And then the dark toyed with her
She played with men
She played with their minds
until they broke too
She was no longer innocent
And then she gave up a part of herself
She stopped feeling one thing there was left to feel;
Because she fin
...I wish I had a key.
And I wish I had a box that that key fits into.
...I wish I could get inside that box,
Turn off all the lights,
Lock myself in,
And never come out.
...I wish I could go into my room,
Sit down in my own little corner,
Think about my life,
And never come out.
...I wish things weren't so complicated.
...I wish I wasn't such an idiot.
...where I went wrong?
...why everything is so crazy?
...why we fight?
...if anyone really cares?
...everything works out.
...things will get better.
...I'll stop being so crazy.
Hello There Loneliness"Hello there loneliness, how are you today?"
Your silence says it all.
"Would you like to stare at the walls with me?"
Of course you would, that's why you're here.
"Lovely weather don't you think?"
Oh, you don't want to go out.
"I think I will close the curtains then, if that’s okay?"
You enjoy the darkness.
"Have I received any calls today?"
There hasn’t been any for a week.
"Wow, aren’t you quiet today?"
The only sound is my voice.
"I had a funny dream last night you know?"
I wished it would never end.
"Oh, how come I can’t remember it?"
You’re presence makes me forgetful.
"I think I will have a
The MonsterI can't trust;
I can't love you.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.
It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes they shall my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
She's Already LeftI'm done
it hurts and I don't care
they tell me I have no depth
but they don't understand
I'm the little girl who watched the windows break
shattering bones and glass
I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming,
red and blue lights echoing through my eyes
The one with lonely nights spent breathing
my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking
I can't move forward
I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor
glue made of sweet blood has me reeling
it's on me
my hands are drenched in someone else's pain
She doesn't remember
all those times when I needed her
I can't hold on to something that's not the
LifelineI hate how I look;
The bags beneath my eyes.
I hate who I am;
The endless torrent of lies.
Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn't
And I don't do things I know I should,
Only that I could and would,
Because that's how people work.
Everyone has motives
And nobody is selfless
In this world that doesn't want
Everyone's gonna die
And I'm not gonna lie;
Sometimes that thought is the only thing
That gets me through the day.
I miss my old razor blade;
Scissors don't go deep enough
This red isn't my favorite shade;
I like it purer,
Then I could be surer
Rag dollI am the type of girl who hides in forts
Bruised knees drawn up book in hand
Surrounded by cascading towers of paper backs
And a sea of empty tea cups with chipped edges
Folded into a chrysalises of sonnets and haphazard haiku's
Patched upon one another
Cut ItI’ve got so much to say
But not enough words to say it;
Perhaps I should scream it
Or cry it,
I should cut it.
Blood speaks so much louder than words,
Blades cry so much sharper
Pain screams so much softer
And it’s the only way I know how to talk
Even if it makes it hard to walk
For days after.
I think I’m going to hell,
Well, that’s just swell
Because ever since I fell
Pain’s all I’ve known anyway.
It’s like a blanket,
Hiding all the hate from view,
The shield between me and the monster,
The monster that is me.
Ever heard of freedom?
Yeah, so have I,
But I don’t know what it is
I Made A DrawingI made a drawing of you today,
After staring at your picture for hours.
I captured the intensity of your gaze
That brings me to a mess of tears every time I come upon it.
That brought me back to places I never again wanted to revisit.
I managed to recreate the innocence of your smile,
Those lips that used to brush mine.
It's a new day and yet another drawing of you was created,
You had your head raised like a hero,
Looking upwards into the heights of the sky.
I felt like a derivative of God,
Making your smile so alluring,
And your eyes captiviating enough to stop traffic.
The light reflection off of your hair was tediously perfected.
In perfect syncopation with
Glass shattering in my bloodstream
Distance and indifference
Bleeding through the wallpaper
As I bend silver hair clips into geometric nonsense
Your fingerprints indelible on my jawline
"I was never"
The taste of ammunition
"Angry at you."
As raw broken bones
Fractured clear through the marrow.
Girl in the GlassI hate this girl
With the sneer on her lips
Her fingers knotted in her pretty hair
Her eyes are wild
She's so curvy it's almost sad
She can't hold down a diet
She keeps yanking down her sleeves to cover those pathetic scars
Her eyes are droppy
Her legs too wide
Ink stains on her finger tips
And pentagram's drawn on her sneakers
She has a silver ring and leather coat
She's so desperate to worm into some else's skin
I don't want to hate her but I do
Who is this, stupid bitch who's smiling like she doesn't have a clue?
Putting on a brave face? Ready to face her accuser?
He's waiting in the car
Notes On love and LustThese are my notes
On love and lust:
One is true, and
The other is just.
Love is watching the pianist
Play, admiring at a distance.
Lust is watching the fingers dance,
Mouth watering to offer assistance.
Lust is the demon
In the middle of the night.
Love is the shelter,
The tunnel before the light.
Love is the enemy,
The inhibitor of the soul.
Lust is the freedom,
The bridge above the troll.
Lust is the hated,
That moment of sin.
Love is the saviour,
That we are lost within.
But lust brings joy,
And that fun little spark.
Love brings safety,
And saves broken hearts.
These are my notes
On love and lust
One is true and,
Obsession Part IDerik watched Stacie from his car window. She was walking out of Fry's grocery store, carrying several bags. He loved the way she glided across the cold cement of Boston in the fall. The air chilled her breath so that Derik could watch it float out of her dark red lips, and dissolve into the clouded sky. As she walked towards the car Derik lowered himself to the floor of the backseat-behind the drivers chair. He heard her open the passenger door and set the groceries down, what a shame he would have to move them. The passenger door then shut and the drivers' opened. She sat down on the seat, closed the door and put the keys into the ignition.
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