Come away with me, I know the perfect place.
A starless night where I can't see your face.
Surrounded by the death and decay of centuries past,
A place where I can bury us at last.
We'll consummate our hatred on consecrated ground
An epitaph, screamed into the void of the night is the only sound.
We'll shatter the peace of the dead as our bodies clash
Our hearts, kindling, our flesh, the flint, we'll strike together and burn it to ash.
Open yourself to me, time for one last round.
Look into my eyes while I pound you into the ground.
Scream my name while I use your body to misbehave.
I'm going to hate-fuck this love, straight to the grave.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Who would have thought that hell could be beautiful?
Screams of the fellow ****** bleed into the devilish hymns of the choir,
creating an eerily evocative polyphony
from the lips of those who strip the flesh from our backs and revel in our misery.
The angels of hell smile,
with all the splendor of their former positions and more;
For they are more than angel.
They are imperfect,
and yet so hideously perfect that the mind splinters into shards of stained glass that fall from the cathedral into the pits of hell.
They are Hatred.
They are Anguish.
They are Lust.
They are Greed.
They are Lies.
They are the purest form of every wicked misfortune known to mankind.
They are ethereal; They are macabre;
They are fallen.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
Lying awake in my arms,
but she's dreaming of another place.
There's nothing I can do or say to make her stay here with me in this moment.
And against my better judgment, I hold her closer,
trying to keep her here for a little longer.
You're no good for me, I keep this on repeat.
A litany to help me keep you at arms length,
a lifeline to pull me out of the depths of your eyes,
and a self-reminder not to fall for your sirens call or lies.
No, You're no good for me.
Her lips, they whisper silken lies, I wish I could believe.
But I can see them in her eyes,
I can feel them in her touch.
Her willfully deceitful lies that tell me that I'm enough.
I wish I didn't know that you're no good for me.
I can tell myself the same things all day long,
But I'll keep wishing she were here while she wishes she was gone
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
If all the light and darkness in each other's hearts were known,
who would stand the brightest
and who would stand alone?
Would those with darkness in their hearts be left to themselves,
or would the brightest of them all,
offer light to someone else?
Would the light fear the dark and attempt to stay away,
or would temptation ****** them,
and lead their light astray?
Would the darkness taint the light, causing it to dim,
or would the infectious light from other's hearts,
illuminate within?
Perfection is a fleeting dream, and you will find no pure heart,
for there can be no brightness
without a little bit of dark.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
The heat burns—
Like fire beneath the surface,
Coursing through my veins,
Tainting everything it touches—
Crimson-coloring my face.
Once contained, now slowly breaks free
Anger, to the point of
Pain.
It thrashes—
Wanting to be released,
To engulf everything
From crown
To spine—
The ***** of my feet
I'm on fire.
The inferno of my thoughts
Overwhelm me
Screaming, it's your fault
Not your fault, mine
I did this, this is me.
Two roads, a choice—
MY choice.
To give the power to break me
My wall crumbling to insignificant pieces
With every word, from the lips
That had to be truth.
Each gaze into bottomless eyes,
Getting lost in midnight.
The endless patterns traced gently on his skin
By my fingertips
Holding his comforting hands,
With the touch that warmed my heart
Consciously giving him control.
Back when he wanted me.
I could have stopped this
Before it was too late.
Before the hardening of his eyes
That lied more convincingly than
The tenor of his voice,
Before his touch grew cold and distant
As the eyes and lips that no longer
Belong to me—
Longed for me.
The decision—
To let it go.
The consequence—
To burn.
But time, it heals—
A balm, to the heat—
I smolder.
Once livid, it lessens.
In the recesses of my mind
Festering—
The fire is there,
As my aloe heals,
At it's deliberate pace—
With each tick of the second hand,
The self-inflicted blaze crawls closer
To the end,
The day when the flame licks it's last wound—
The day freed from a personal purgatory.
Time is my companion.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
What will it take to feel again?
Something other than the feel of skin on skin.
This non-emotional mess that I'm living in.
Will I ever feel the kind of love that makes your knees weak,
or the bone deep hatred that makes your soul weep?
Must I be numb to all the things that supposedly make life beautiful?
Grass so green that it brings tears to your eyes, the laughter of a child and the preciousness of their smiles..
What is wrong with me?
I want to know what it's like to feel human.
The only thing I feel is tired, tired of pretending.
My smiles are so fake, a **** star would be impressed.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
I know that you love me. It's as sad as it is true
because even though I want it, it's not something I can do.
I can love you with my hands, but never with my heart,
it's a twisted kind of loving, that I've made into an art.
I can make you cry my name, until it's branded in your mind.
Although it is unholy, I promise it's divine.
My voice will stalk your memories. My kiss will haunt your lips.
The ghost of a touch, tormenting your skin, left by my fingertips.
A warning wrapped in velvet, sugar coated sin,
the threat of your heart breaking, doesn't stop the want within.
And even though I warn you, it won't make you go away
because despite the fact of things I lack, you still want to stay.
Yes it's selfish, to say the least, but I can't say that I care.
This loneliness of the flesh is more than I can bare.
So listen to me closely, to my siren's sultry song,
I only need this one night, to feel like I belong.
I'm sorry that you love me, and that it's something I can't return,
but come to me, and I'll show you how it feels to truly burn.
When I go, there is one thing I shall both take and leave
The gift of never loving again that was bestowed on me.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Who am I?
My face is the same, but I'm different.
I smile different.
I see different.
I feel different.
Who am I?
I don't know.
Do you know?
I don't.
Who are you?
Do you know me?
Am I the person you remember?
I don't remember that person.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Which way am I supposed to go to figure out who I am?
I don't know.
I'm lost.
There's no path for me to walk down.
If there is, I don't see it.
Do I make my own?
I don't know.
Do you know?
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
A ****** Cinderella, running shoe-less through hell.
A bargain struck, her soul the price of a paltry wedding veil.
Each night she runs her feet to stubs and always there she falls,
trying to escape her forever after, after the Devil's ball.
And so it seems here we have the princess of the sea.
A sirens call was not at all what it seemed to be.
She brought her human to his death, with but a single verse,
too young to know that that was how a mermaid broke her curse.
Do not forget the once Snow White with her now blackened heart,
Singing to her birdies as she's ripping them apart, while
skipping over the bodies of the seven worthless men,
who broke her mind and left behind what will never be whole again.
Alas, we have a sleeping beauty, now woefully awake.
Her prince did come to give a kiss, but it was his soul, that she did take.
She holds him while she cries and pleads for his life to once return,
but true loves kiss is but a wish, a life for a life is the lesson learned.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC