Im black and twisted and wrought with despair

At points my life is no longer there

Rending and bending the thoughts in my head

I wonder deep down when my heart filled with dread

No drink may quench no food may curve

You notice it now but dont have the nerve

To call me that name to brand me alive

In fear that you will see no new suprise

The sun will not rise, the moon shall not fall

Ive waited so long for someone to call

But time stands still till ironic it seems

That time seems to pass only in my dreams

Please say it my dear, straight to my face

Youll all have your turn this isnt a race

That one spiteful word that fills me with rage

That one little phrase thats a key to my cage

But the rage and the cage are a mirror in fact

You see the reflection in which lies are packed

But words arent important so dont be afraid

This picture is me and memories fade

So go now my friend no need to console

The heart here that beats is really quite cold

I bid you adieu for i already know

You think that im worthless so please just go

I know that im worthless....leave me alone

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Does your hand still fit in mine,

Has our touch just lost its time,

The taste of your kiss lingers still,

The thought of sharing could make me ****,

I remember your scent stained on mine,

Still i lie and say im fine,

The imprint of your body taints my embrace,

The beautiful image of your innocent face,

The breaths you took as you gently slept,

The final night as i silently wept,

The kiss goodbye it still remains,

It will never feel the same.

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My understandings are deep and cold

The ties on my mind begin to unfold

Life’s expectations don’t seem to work out

But I hold them up still, my shoulders are stout

Yet my heart has grown weary, my mind has grown dull

My sight comes out dreary, when my life seems so full

Always an option but never the choice

You hear only whispers but never my voice

Can you see me, hear me, or still feel my touch

I’m gasping and feeling and screaming so much

I twist and pull and rip out my thoughts

Your voice, your taste, your love I’ve sought

When you read this you may think I’m just rambling

I’m sorry but these are my understandings

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A Beast of a man in appearance and soul,

A silhouette of her memories chilling him cold,

Sitting alone with his thoughts hating time,

Screaming inside trying to shatter his mind,

Immune to pain from his love of Roses,

The beautiful thorns struck vivd poses,

His love was a curse, She laid it herself,

A disease, a sickness, It shattered his health,

It occured at first sight of this beauty, This Belle,

Time had been spent she was treating him well,

His eyes wet with tears, His cold heart growing warm,

Foreshadowing revealed the oncoming storm,

She had to go away with a promise of return,

He gave her a ring and his voice had been stern,

He brushed her cheek gently and said very clear

"Remember my love, Im always right here"

After being home and revisitng her life,

She decided to stay, an unsuspected knife,

With the last of his soul he picked a final rose,

In the dark of his castle where the sun never rose,

Be it magic or hope the rose never dies,

Never to be witnessed by another Belles eyes,

He locked it away, Hidden without fail,

You say youve heard this? An old Fairytale?

I guess it is close. Similar at least,

Look closely my friend.. I am the Beast.

Dotted the T’s and crossed the I’s

On the eves of mistakes the truth may lie

Every left that is right and right left behind

You may find the answer while drowning in your mind

They say that it’s darkest right before the dawn

But has the moon not been shining, leading us along

Fire may burn, but it can cauterize a wound

Don’t look so confused it will be explained soon

Contradicting are my words, but clear is my sight

Who are you to say that darkness isn’t light

A silent tear, a colorful cry.

A man called queer, he only sighs.

A dyslexic boy, can’t read nor write.

But there are no problems with his sight.

A man with no face back from Vietnam

He saved his friend when he jumped on a bomb.

A pale little girl who wears black and loves night

Has a disease that stops her from playing in the light.

These are people too, do you still think you’re cool

When you laugh at misfortune you worthless ******* tool!

She lines up, a lamb to the slaughter!

This girl, is someones daughter!

I cant help, the thoughts in my head!

My needs win! They wipe out the Dread!

I kiss deep, Her flesh is my feast!

Instincs reap, As man Becomes Beast!

Clothes rip, She begs me for more!

I breathe deep, The scent of a *****!

Who sins worse? The lion or the lamb!

The beast knows that the lambs roamed the lands!

My thoughts scream,"this is not what you wanted!"

Its too late! The Beast has been taunted!

You know this story! You've lived it before!

You always wanted to settle the score!

She hurt you first but now you hear laughter!

You just destroyed! Your last EVER AFTER!