A Sad Lonely Girl
Walks to his house
Naive enough to think
That he likes her

She checks her hair, her dress, her cuts
better hide these, she says

A tall, shadowy figure greets her
Its green eyes glitter

M-----














MY KNIFE IS MY FRIEND
IT'S ABLE TO PENETRATE EVEN THE TOUGHEST OF SKIN
IT CUTS THROUGH DEEP TO EXTRACT THE RED
IT MINGLES WITH MY VEINS

THE PLEASURE MY KNIFE GIVES ME
OH, HOW I CRAVE IT SO MUCH
EVERY CUT GETS ME WET WITH BLOOD

DON'T TALK TO ANYONE ELSE
TALK ONLY TO ME

IF YOU LET ME COME OVER
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW SHARP MY KNIVES ARE

Your eyes meet my eyes
To look at each other's soul
Your lips meet my lips

The graveyard welcomes
Everyone that comes in
And they never leave





-

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."