Bind my ankles with your satin rope
Keep me here for I cannot run
Cuff my wrists and hold them up
For I cannot fight when ur lips toutch mine
Throw me on the bed
And thighten my chains
Your hand closing around my neck
Shivering by your tender toutch, so cold
Leaving marks, leaving scratches
Struggle is useless
Submit
Submit
S U B M I T
Submit to you
For I am yours
To play with
To break
An object
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
My friend, you, who always was there
with, the knife, doped in my blood
wishpering, your loud spells, flowing words
silencing, your lies, for my eyes
shivering, as I lay in the ground
the bed, my friend, you made
I thank you, my friend, for we are friends
I'll gift you, my friend, my flowers
for you, my friend, will see the beauty
in every bit, of hideous piece, that may breath our air
Thank you, my friend
for only you
my friend
will understand
the meaning
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
The work I have yet to finish
putted on the stand standing infront of thee
Glances of cold
smiles of hell
breath of frost
these looks
Nothing again I did
Nothing I am
nothing will not be missed
*windows open
Wind blowing through me
birds singing
silenced*
Nothing I will be
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
Tears can't stop flowing
letting my eyes float above reality
it's not real
but still you're standing there
smiling
lovely
at my missery
I can see you ther STANDING
YOU'RE THERE. STANDING
It's not real.... hehehe...
it's not real...
"But my dearest darling"
it's not real...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Air is carefully flowing through my lungs
another poising breath...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Sitting in the schoolbench
alone in this room
filled with familiar unfamiliar faces
Never talking
always noise
always watching very close
listening to these speeches
Bleeding my arms
insanity lies in the corner of this room
and it crawls closer to me
tick... tick.. tick..
seconds aren't what they seem
hours aren't real
time is a illusion in this room
Only the ritual
pen on papper
writing numbers
writing letters that don't make words
No drawings
No poems
Yes sir
No madam
tick... tick... tick
Over and over again
bell goes
new place
same ritual
numbers
letters
no creativity
is seen in here
alone I sit
with my clasmates
doing the same ritual
that they call fun
what they call
School
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
I held her close
her lips touched my neck
bite marks are left
but I felt something slipping away
but what I then didn't know
It wasn't her hand that slipped away
it was my beat
that was slowly fading
as I fell
in darkness
alone
slipping away...
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
The rush
The energy
The spark
It's flowing through me
Making me shiver
Feeling like I should turn around
But instead
I press my lips harder to hers
My hand
Behind her head
I strike through her hair
As only the stars as our witness
That for one moment
Our heart beat
Syncs
And we are one
I opened my eyes
I could feel the rush going through my body
The energy made me feel burned
Burned by love
Everything was here
Except her
All I could find that was left
Was one white feather
I returned to my bed
As I layed my head down
To hide my tears
Alone I cry
With one feather
Close to my heart
I'm waiting
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC