My heart has been split in two,
A bullet has torn through me,
In the name of my love,
In your name I have gone away,
And not a tear falls from either eye,
You merely step over my body,
You have betrayed my love and trust,
And because you have done so, I have told Him,

Heavy rains will fall from the heavens,
Into this bitter world of hate,
God is trying his best to cleanse it,
But He has failed once again,

I was so young when I first saw you,
You were in my heart from the day I was born,
I knew you were there even after the sun had set,
I felt you from high days to low,
But I did not know that you loved another,
And I guess he didn't know of me,
Because when he found my letters to you,
He pulled his gun, and I could not,

The ocean roars and eats the world,
It is God trying to cleanse it,
As hard as He tries, He fails,
And lets the night defeat the light,
It is always dark under my grave,
But it is where I will live forever,
I took a bullet for you,
But you didn't care and left me to die,

For each man on Earth,
There is a monster in his heart,
And because I have had mine spilled,
Mine has emerged to swallow you whole,

The world is slowly stopping,
And soon it will not turn at all,
Finally, God has figured out how to end the world,
And He lets it be me,

With my heart in two,
The world will soon be gone.

My halo is forged of iron waste,
My eyes burn hot as embers haste,
My smile is turned ugly and tride,
My tongue feels bitter and cramped with pride,

My heart shoves cold blood through my veins,
Bitten by the frost of Hell,
My wings are made from bones of lost children,
Stitched together by the mothers that dwell,

My stomach is filled with acid so sweet,
My legs march, so graceful they fleet,
My feet char the ground, it crumbles,
My skin melts into it, to cease its grumbles,

My soul warps through the vacuum of pain,
I'm at his command, I'm centered, heartless,
My cold, blistered scythe ready, it has taken millions,
I stand with you, a true friend; the angel of darkness.

Your final words echo through my mind,
Your last breath slid through the air and doused the candle's wick,
Each mark of your tongue pumped my heart once and only once,
My heart, it will never beat again, your words left me sick.

The memory of your stillness haunts my dreams,
Sometimes they drive me **** near comatose,
If I had even one more moment of your love,
I could die with you, your life and mine, an overdose.

Those last few whispers, bittersweet and fresh in my mind,
They linger in consciousness, I can take no no more,
They grow ever louder, now they scream,
"Come with me," my soul is left torn.

Please forgive me, please feed me your poison,
I know you are much more happy in the morning sky,
If you won't come back to me, I'll gladly honor your words,
I'm coming with you, my love,

A tout le monde: goodbye.

I lie still on the edge of the water,
And the blood trails softly into my eyes,
To rinse my soul clean, I place my hand into the sea,
It flows away from my hand and begins to cry,

I feel my very essence start to grow ill,
Whatever was in my blood is drowning my mind,
I fear there is only one solution to the pain I feel,
I have to poison my own body with a strong dose of pride,

It will **** me slowly, but I hope that it can cleanse my soul,
I can live without flesh, for Hell needs not my touch,
I feel as though the poison is lifting my spirit, I'm free,
Burning my path to Hell into my eyes, in you I trust.

Caught in the undertow, taking my last breath,
Watching the waves run red over my open chest,
The sun is overhead cooking the sea,
Taking every last ounce of life out of me,
Everyday is a blur, flashing blood as it goes by,
The only thing I have left is drowning by my side,
The only word left to say is goodbye,
As my hand leaves the surface, to sink is to die,

I am the catalyst, for everyone around me,
When I walk in the room, every mind fights insanity,
The only life I've ever known is in the abyss,
As I fall further away, all I can say is this,
I am the catalyst, for everyone that I love,
I'm the worst thing for you, I hail from above,
As the world wastes away more every day,
I can't help but think I'm the source of this decay.

I've seen you here before,
The perfect stranger,
'I just need something more,'
I said in anger,
I know you'd stand by me,
If I told you I was incomplete,
Let me look into your deep blue eyes,
Until I say goodbye,

Take my hand and cross the line,

Take a leap of faith, my darling,
Close your eyes and feel the air,
Hear the depths of the chasm calling,
Calling you deeper into despair,

A loosening grip on reality,
You hold the poisoned fruit,
The human heart is duality,
A useless, failed pursuit,
Take a bite of the rotten apple,
Christen yourself into battle,
Give the order to fade away,
End the madness that is today,

Take my hand and cross the line,

Take a leap of faith, my darling,
Close your eyes and feel the air,
Hear the depths of the chasm calling,
Calling you deeper into despair,
The darkness holds you under,
You're starting to disappear,
Into the chasm, as you wonder,
'Does he see my freezing tears?'

One more step and I swear to end this,
My neatest blade will meet my neck in a kiss,
My eyes will mirror yours beyond the deepest doubt,
I sit cradled in the corner with no peaceful way out.

His screams caress the night, every night,
Only interrupted by a sharp, yet dull, roar,
He waits patiently until the ground settles down,
When the trembles cease, his call tears through once more,

A soft, gentle creature, he lies still on a leaf,
Watching the world go by with a light in his eye,
He narrates for our pleasure, but we never thank him,
We are selfish and our minds only twirl over our own lives,

Tonight, before you sleep, give him a smile,
Make him feel known, reward his soul's trials,
Give your thanks to true nature, the world outside of your life,
Give your thanks to the cricket, who does cherish your nights.

inside her mind,
It was dizzying, that, she couldn't deny,
Each note seemed to push her further inside,
No one can resist the nostalgia of a carnival ride,

But there was something eerie about this place,
None of the entertainers carried a happy face,
The clowns seemed depressed, the ringmaster disgraced,
Even the lion endlessly paced,

The ground began to tremble ever so slightly,
The gates slammed shut, as they had to nightly,
Trapped in the neon jungle, she held her breath tightly,
It was hard to think with the sky lit so brightly,

The music grew closer and then faded out,
The sound of the silence was drowned by a shout,
"Welcome, my dear," she heard something pout,
'What the hell happened? What's this all about?'

I was born inside a withered casket,
Dropped on a stoop in a broken basket,
The love grew into a masquerade,
Your love was the mask of bitter hate,
Isolation drew me closer to madness,
The darkness alone relieved my sadness.

The spark glows in my eyes,
I have to play with fire,
I live for the heat that warms my soul,
The hiss sounds to me like a choir,
The flame itself is no wonder,
But in my mind it's divine,
My burned flesh melts into tears,
What we share now is only time.

Give me your lips,
Touch them to mine,
Give me your ashes,
Give me your life,
Give me your love,
I'll be your grave,
Give me your innocence,
I'll be your daze,

I'm the one you need,
Take my hand and be freed.

The moon is shining bright,
But I stand behind the sun,
I'm hiding from you tonight,
The game's just too much fun,
Yours is the perfect shadow,
Like a mirror inside my eyes,
But the darkness in me dances solo,
So the light can't show its lies,

You're falling in love with me,
But I'm already too far gone.

I sit in my room, the usual for a Sunday night,
My pen in my hand, my mind wonders, 'What can I write?'
I glance at the clock, and struggle to focus my eyes,
'I think that says 4, but it may be blurred to 5,'
Insomnia is a regular thing for me, I struggle to sleep,
Some nights I do fine, but others, not a wink,
All I can do is sit at my desk and think and think,
Perhaps tonight is good to pop the cork and have myself a drink,

My pen begins to caress the page, my mind hones in,
Words flow easily, as the wine does, holding to the rim,
Something strange haunts my room, it seems a little girl is happy,
But, wait, who could it be? My sister is surely napping,
I set down my literary sword, and sneak into the hall,
I follow the joyous giggles, then I hear her smallish call,
I trace it to my parents' room, the lights all seem so small,
I crack the door, and there she sits, cradled in a ball.

Our hearts pour into the pages,
The ink is drawn from our veins,
Our minds sometimes serve as cages,
But our words can soothe the harshest pains,
Our hearts beat to set the rhythm,
They serve to pump the seas,
The answers lie deep within them,
Only our hearts can set us free.

Join me in the sky,
Hell defined body and mind,
Raise your hammer high.

The angels are kind,
White feathered wings are a lie,
Raise your hammer high.

The sun is my light,
Follow the path where it shines,
Raise your hammer high.

Heaven says goodbye,
The hammer is to be swung,
Down with all your might.

I stand alone,
I go nowhere,
It's dark inside my head,
I don't know when I'll get there,
I feel your breath,
Creep up my neck,
It's been a while since you left,
I've been so cold, so just come back,

I'm all alone,
I'm set in stone,
All I've ever known,
Is darkness and despair,
I stand over you,
But you're too far to see me,
Too far to see the tears of grief,
Too far to see how much I really care,

You're not my angel,
You threw me away,
My wings are broken,
My halo's decayed,
You're not my savior,
I never prayed,
For you to break me,
Leave me to fray,

Amber mist and acid rain,
Drown me in this searing pain,
Hold me under, count to ten,
And let me rise to you again,

I haven't moved,
Since you said goodbye,
Since you left my chest wide open,
Since you drained the tears from my eyes,

You're not my angel,
You threw me away,
My wings are broken,
My halo's decayed,
You're not my savior,
I never prayed,
For you to break me,
Leave me to fray.

The story is inspired by the song Das Letzte Streichholz by Oomph!.

This is not a nice subject, and at times may be disturbing. Read at your own risk.

She hides from her father, afraid for her life,
Huddled under her bed, she waits for his wife,
Maybe this time she'll talk him down, make him go away,
But sometimes she likes it, like morbid foreplay.

She's been beaten and bruised since she came to their home,
She's blankly walked through the days, lost and alone,
'There must be a way out,' she thought as she cried,
'But if I tell anyone, I sign up to die.'

The man stalked through the house, searching each room,
Poor Lumen stayed hidden, and stared at the moon,
The light was so lovely, it seemed a strong source of hope,
'Maybe it could lead me, at least help me cope.'

The footsteps grew louder, they started to hiss,
She picked up her favorite doll and gave it a kiss,
As the ******* kicked in the door, she held her doll close,
'I'm done with this place,' she thought as she rose.

Tears staining her face, her eyes glowing red,
She slowly bent over her neatly made bed,
He reached for her blouse and took it off slow,
"I hope you enjoy it, just **** me and go."

She whimpered as he moved her hand to his leg,
And screamed when he told her to grab it and beg,
A wide, wicked smile made her sore stomach churn,
'I'll take him to Hell, I'll be glad that he burns.'

He came and he went and left her depressed,
She winced as she cleaned and bandaged her chest,
His teeth had gone through and drawn crimson blood,
'I swear that sick **** will hit the floor with a thud.'

She sat on her bed and tried to just think,
It didn't come easy, but she started to sink,
She fell deeper and deeper into the sorest of sleeps,
'At least I'm free through the wonder of dreams.'

She woke in the morning to the snap of a lock,
She curled in the corner and started to rock,
His wife came inside and asked how it went,
"How can you do this, you sickening *****?"

Her hand came down hard and bruised her shoulder,
"Listen you ingrate, you'll be glad when you're older,
"He'll show you the ropes, make sure that you're ready,
"You'll be there in no time, you have to ride steady."

His wife left the room with a sinful laugh,
Every word that she says will earn a new match,
It was this day that Lumen would break,
'I've had it, I'm ready, my life is at stake.'

She quietly moved to the end of the hall,
She heard his wife yell, this should be a good stall,
She took the last match from her father's secret place,
'This is ending today, I hope Hell has space.'

She struck the match and gasped at the flame,
Happy, she ends the the growing, numb pain,
The house went up quickly, they were trapped in the fire,
'Finally, I'm free to live and aspire.'

A good lyric is like a good blade,
Able to make a precise cut into a person.

It shouldn't take much effort,
Just a few minute flicks of the wrist.

Whether your blade is that of a razor,
Or that of a pen,

You hold in your hand the greatest weapon,
Able to cut a person to the core.

But do you cut into their body or their soul?

He sits in the corner, watching me sleep,
I feel warm knowing my pain makes him weep,
My friend in the blackness that swallows my room,
The thing that has loved me since escaping the womb,
Each night I pray he stays until morning,
When the sun brushes by, I scream him a warning,
'Hide under here and stay until told,
'I'll be back tonight to free the light's hold,'

My day is just empty, I miss the bright eyes,
That watch me in slumber and stay my demise,
I walk in the sun that seems much too grim,
It follows my steps and spreads me so thin,
When the sun drops off and the moon starts to wake,
I run to my room, for I best ease his ache,
He cries in the corner with my hand on his shoulder,
He says he must leave if I keep growing older,

Tonight is the night I must keep my friend well,
I lie still in his arms as he takes me to Hell.

Hello, my lover,
Your eyes glow fierce with lust,
Hello, my lover,
Your lips thirst for my touch,
Hello my lover,
Your skin radiates pure beauty,
Hello, my lover,
Your hands seem to reach through me,
Hello, my lover,
I hope your heart still beats,
Hello, my lover,
It seems your soul is just out of my reach,
Hello, my lover,
I need your breath in me,
Goodbye, my lover,
I'm afraid it's time to eat.

A cold, bitter sun,
It makes me want to escape,
Into a new world.

I love her.

She is the epitome of beauty,
Her golden radiance pierces me harshly,
Those soft blue eyes get the best of me,
I just want to caress her gently, softly,

But there is him.

He has her love, they seem so enthused,
I'm sitting in silence until they come to amuse,
She is supposed to care for me, but I always lose,
I must find a secret to set off her fuse,

He is the worst thing for her.

It seems no matter how much I whine,
He won't go away, so I will work to find,
A new way of control, aha! brilliant mind,
I'll watch his every move and work to mime,

I love him.

What he likes, I like, he loves, I love,
I'm a miniature version, his proud little bud,
Bonded by time, a woman and blood,
I've made my way closer to my gorgeous dove,

I love her still.

Her eyes shine like stars reflecting pale moonlight,
Her hair is matted with dust and dirt from a bitter fight,
Her hope holds strong, though her will is slowly dying,
Her dreams are bending beyond their limits, if they break, she's done trying,

Along comes her love, burning with pure lust,
She gives her soul to him, an animal who's skin is covered with rust,
He's lied to her, her gift was laced with the sweetest poison there is,
She chokes and coughs, but her eyes have shut and her throat closed around his,

The only remedy for her is him.

There's a secret side of me that no one's ever seen,
It haunts me every breath I take with the shattered memories,
Such a long, twisted road I've walked, without a soul by my side,
Monsters walk within our shadows and soon they'll come alive,

I've been broken into pieces, and I won't be whole again,
Without some source of light to see, I wander endlessly in sin,
I hear a distant cadence, rocking through the desert air,
The shadows dance around me, stopping time, leaving me bare,

The side of me that no one knows,
Is growing closer to the shore,
Feeding on regret and agony,
Beating on my misplaced sense of me,
The side of everyone they hide inside their minds,
The monsters walking in our shadows, they've come alive.

I saw a priest standing on the side of the road,
With a sign that said that the great Lord,
Would spare him a dime or two in exchange for his soul,

If the devil stood in the same spot,
Of that same road, with that very sign,
That said for a dime or two, he'd get your soul...

We'd be whipped into a panic, mass hysteria,
We'd incite a religious riot, and ****** our calloused hands,
We'd take our god and guns and shoot the devil down,
Right where he stood with the same **** sign as beloved Reverend Brown,

There's that man again on the TV, spreading the curse of God,
I wish I didn't have these ears that hear his horrid lies,
If God loves us equally, then why do we fight for him?
If God is so peaceful, then why does he make us fight for him?

We've been whipped into a panic, black mass hysteria,
We've incited a religious riot, and bloodied our calloused hands,
We've taken our gods and guns and shot the devil down,
Right where he stood with the same **** sign as beloved Reverend Brown.

Molten glass crunching loudly underfoot,
She makes her way slowly over his terrace,
His glistening eyes blinding her under the moonlight,
The crackling of ashen logs falling in the furnace,
The scent of his cologne lofted through the dewy air,
And caressed her senses so gently, she fell away,
The silk of the bedspread caught her and held her close,
Until her lover knelt down to quietly say,

I need you now.

Listen to my voice, child,
I'll guide you away from evil's test,
Take this gift I've brought for you,
I've ripped it from my chest,
The light is enough to burn the eyes of God,
Don't look into my heart, or you'll be blind,
Save it for the moment you're too weak,
Only look into my gift when heaven grows too dark to find,

Listen for my voice, child,
I'm your only true friend in this place,
The air is turning thin and pale,
Hold onto my heart, look into my face,
I'm sickly and moving ever closer into the light,
The devil is playing with my soul,
Unwrap my heart, hold it high with all your might,
Hope that its power can peirce the ever biting cold,

Lined with silver veins and valves,
The fallen angel himself will die,
Hold it higher, higher, my child,
Its veins must take hold of the sky,
Listen to my voice, child,
You've done well to save us mortal men,
I ask one last thing of you,
Place the power back into my chest,
And let me live again.

His face is blank of all emotion,
His eyes pierce the dark like those of wolves,
He is seen only at night, when he is most hungry,
When the moon is laughing, you should be afraid,

He is swift in the shadows, we can't track his motion,
His teeth reflect the Hell he's seen, in stillness, they seem to move,
The stars act as your angels, but even they grow angry,
Keep them bright, he can't move in their gaze,

His growls haunt the world, they've shattered ground before,
His wicked tail snaps bones as if they were made of glass,
Evil reigns supreme where light is scared to tread,
His fire scorches every inch of earth that doesn't shimmer,

This thing that watches you chills you to the core,
Wretched claws hold you tight, you stepped from light's grasp,
Pray that the savior, the sun, wakes before you've bled,
But the sun is frozen in time, ashamed of all us sinners.

An empty house, no walls or doors,
Cold wind blows and chills the floor,
A single window in the corner,
She's so lovely, how I adore her,
She's been asleep now for a few hours,
Sound asleep after her shower,
Blood-red stains on a perfect veil,
Stillness flows over skin so pale,

Sleep well, my love,

Get down, it's growing closer,
Put down the four leaf clover,
Gray skies and falling stars,
Locked doors and mental scars,
Dreams die and life will fade,
Mothers beaten, children betrayed,
You'll go just as you came,
With red-stemmed roses on your grave,

She wakes and stares into me,
Can't wait to lie and use me,
The smell of flesh, lofting, haunting,
Blood-stained blade, enticing, taunting,
The master butcher, I am sin,
I'll make you pay for what you did,
One cut, two, the floor is gone,
What once was right, turned so wrong,

Sleep well, my love,

Get down, it's growing closer,
Put down the four leaf clover,
Gray skies and falling stars,
Locked doors and mental scars,
Dreams die and life will fade,
Mothers beaten, children betrayed,
You'll go just as you came,
With red-stemmed roses on your grave,

I'm so cold, here in an empty nest,
Friendless, freezing, hardly the best,
At anything, no one's here to,
Keep me running, keep me focused,
So cold, dark, damp and empty,
I tell myself, 'I can't leave completely,'
Just enough to see over the edge,
Just enough to know it was all for the best.

The tides roll ever so softly over my burning heart,
They soothe the ache and cool me before I fall apart,
The waves crash over my head and hold me to the depths,
The things I've seen have scarred me, they'll lead me to my death,

Fire rages and water burns,
Smoke-filled seas cease to churn,
The black spreads wide and life will rise to the surface with tender cries,

Winds strike fierce and lay to waste Man's mistakes and evil ways,
You must overcome your chains and melt away your pain,

Fire rages and water burns,
Smoke-filled seas cease to churn,
Black spreads wide and life will rise to the surface with tender cries,
Below the oceans, beneath the tides,
Underneath the gowns of precious brides,
The shadows fall away, the sun shines down so bright,
The fire under the water brings us the warmth of light.

"Ha," he laughed as he leaned over the girl,
Strapped to the chair with her brown hair curled,
"You thought you were clever, now you're bound to be severed,"
He tightened the straps made of black molten leather,

She quivered and shook and stared at this crook,
As he smiled wide and took a good look,
His face was painted white, his eyes glowed with sin,
Surely demented, he toyed with her skin,

She screamed and she hollered, but no one could bother,
He mocked, "Maybe be louder, alert your lost father,"
Her cheeks stained with tears, like black dye on porcelain,
He fed off her fears, which continued to worsen,

She took a deep breath and she woke from her dream,
She sat up, alert, and was deafened by a scream,

It came from the floor, she looked down in horror,
The man painted white was shaking in fright,

Her hands gripped the axe handle tight,
As she brought it down with all her might.

Breaking through the nothingness,
That gently holds the night in a kiss,
The legend of the black knight of the sky,
Lives in the misery of every life,
With his wings spread so wide above,
He is seen as hate but is lost in love,
Those who mourn the loss of kin,
Are saved in mind and freed of sin.

I do not believe that death is the end,
I believe the light we hear about as a loved one passes,
Is simply their birth into another life,
Through a new mother.

I am not religious, nor am I not well read,
I've been mocked already, been called a fool by most simple *****,
My thoughts on this matter have been pleasantly rife,
But I have one other.

It would be a wonder if this were true,
But what if when we are saved and return here from the light,
That mother loses her child?

To die is to live again,
For us, but that woman,
Wherever she may be,
Has lost one bitter, one final trial.

A blade in my chest,
It starves my black heart of blood,
To live or to die?

Her touch still haunts me,
Her absence burns,
My mind is finally free,
But my stomach churns,
Her halo blinds me,
Her wings leave a scar,
I swing so softly,
But I don't fall too far,
Her brilliance is a curse,
Her charm is a hex,
My soul follows hers,
But I fear what comes next,
Her eyes plunge deeper,
She is purely magic,
I still find her a keeper,
This love is tragic.

The warmth of love is wondrous,
It can lift us up and carry us away,
Every year on February the 14th,
We dedicate love to a late winter's day.

To the romantic souls and cynics both,
I admit, we can't deny the power love holds,
Though it sometimes leads to marriage, other times to sin,
The heat of the moment melts through the mind's cold.

We are told from a young age to follow our hearts,
It's a wise premise, but our hearts are much too fragile,
One bitter ***** can riddle it broke,
Our minds are resistant and exponentially more agile.

As much as we try to live by logic,
The heart overpowers our mind,
After all, it pumps the blood needed to live,
And we can't leave those memories behind.

Welcome to a world shot in black and white,
Where the pain never goes away,
Welcome to a place colored black as night,
Where the dead never see their graves,
It's a beautiful world and a beautiful sight,
Where us failures can come to play,
It's a peaceful place and it's locked up tight,
And the ****** are here to stay,

Welcome to the wasteland,
Where the outcasts come to shine,
Welcome to the end of your world,
Your dreams get ****** right into mine,

Welcome to a world filled with dirt,
Where we play in pins and needles,
Welcome to a place filled with hurt,
Where we can't numb the things we feel,
It's a filthy world, it's a filthy world,
We're **** and we've come to kneel,
It's a lackluster place in blackluster space,
And every night brings our last meal,

Welcome to the wasteland,
Where the outcasts come to shine,
Welcome to the end of your world,
Your dreams get ****** right into mine,
Welcome to the wasteland,
In the heart of your shining sun,
Welcome to the trenches, my friend,
The darkness ruins all of our fun,

Welcome to a world filled with hate,
Where the ground is stained with blood,
Welcome to a place where every end is frayed,
Where we all just pray for floods,
It's such a wicked world, such a wicked world,
There's a beast deep in everyone's head,
It's such a cruel world, such a cruel world,
They've left us here for dead,

Welcome to the wasteland,
Where the outcasts come to shine,
Welcome to the end of your world,
Your dreams get ****** right into mine,
Welcome to the wasteland,
In the heart of your shining sun,
Welcome to the trenches, my friend,
The darkness ruined all of our fun.