For once the light did not

burn so bad, not a lot,

with you by my side, it was

a little more bearable, twas

still painful, but better. I don’t

want you to see my dark, taint

your light, even tho I am night

You are wonderful, but not to bright

for my darkness to be burned away,

My knife is my strife, yet you could sway

me maybe from my path of night,

and save me from wanting the bite

of a knife. but I war with wanting

to save you from my bewitching

and uniquely persuasive demons,

my ability to tempt you to sin, ***

I can destroy you in a beautiful way

all you will ever have to do is say,

is that you want me to do it.

****, I hope you will like this bit

about how I will try not to break

you, and I hope you don’t find me fake,

when I say that you are great, yet

A part of me hope you flee, I bet

that some day you will leave me so

I don’t become a monster, and to

be who I am, I try not to hide anything

but my darkest moments, that nothing

and no one should see. just don’t make

me have to hide my light dark, for I will take

your heart and keep it for myself.

that heart you should save for yourself.

I told you my favorite love stories are the

dark ones, yet I don’t want that for you and me,

because that would taint your inner light,

I would use all of my feeble, weak might

to save you from my jealousy, my pain,

hah, even though if there is no pain, there is no gain.

you knew this would happen
oh why don't you just be quiet?
you should not of been so flippant.
We both know I won't throw a fit.
Come on, you know you want to
I won't be talked into the knife,
but you lost yet again, for who
Stop right there, I don't need more strife
would ever like an insolent cur
you are right, who would like me.
you are probably just a blur
Jesus, will you just let me be?
to her, and why would I ever do
I guess that is a no, inner me
that? after all, I can't talk to
god, not again, why can't I ever
just anyone, after all, your special
be enough? but it won't happen, never.
you can't resist my pull.

I am sorry,
for liking you.
You are pretty
awesome, but who
would like me?
I am not one
people like to be
with, I'm no fun.
I am wild and
all over the place,
you gotta hand
it to me, no space
do I give. so I am
sorry for being me,
I want it to just be BAM
and you now like me.
I am impatient
and my talents are
poor, but baby, my flint
could be you, we that far?
Then maybe we can
take it a little further
I am a great fan
of your words, smother
me in your mind, break
my sleepwalking trance.
let me be very frank,
and we might dance.
I am sorry to be a hack
useless and terrible,
girl, you know I got your back,
god, am I that horrible
at writing down my
thoughts, my words?
but maybe we can fly,
like a pair of lovely birds.

lost and confused
a lovely muse
does she make.
her smile is pretty
her frown defeats
anothers sorrow.
to make her smile
is both a futile
yet worthy endeavor.

She feels utterly alone,
even when surrounded
she feels the need to atone
her soul is up for bid.
She feels bad for everything,
and she needs to make time
for everyone, when nothing
did she do, but this chime
in her soul gathers others,
they flock to her because
she tries to help others,
without giving a buzz.

She is full of pain, yet
she won't show it, I bet
that the knife don't hurt
what could? death she flirts
with every day of her life
daring it too end her strife.
He is full of pain, but
he will feel like a mutt,
till the end of his days,
getting told its just a faze,
but when you dance on
the mirrors edge, well mon
ami, you get burnt, and
not even the music of a band,
can heal his soul of its pain
it ruins this boy, pain is his bane.

You see that boy, in
the corner of the room?
He has scars on his wrists,
and on his stomach.
From trying to **** his pain
or **** himself, because he
does not even know where
he begins, and his pain ends.
You see the cute girl, who sits
Against the wall, silent as a tomb?
She is just shy, right? no, the risk
of getting hurt is enough for her to fake
her silence, no matter the gain,
because she is always left, she
never gets to let people be aware
of who she is, so her heart she tends.
You see that boy there, the weird one
who is all over the place, whom
is everyone's friend? He is a visc-
eral friend, and does not take
no for an answer, but his pain
is something he cannot understand, he
cannot help but rage against an unfair
world, make all the pain just end.