she resembled a graveyard
her body cemetaries
her eyes six feet too deep.
she claims she's not dead.
she mutters whispers barely audible
"i am not the corpse,
i am not the water that will drown you,
i am the noose tied too tight,
i am the trigger that is pulled,
the bottle of pills swallowed, the overdose.
she acts as if it's something to be proud of
something to be admired.
my hands too cold to be felt,
she is the thought that always crosses
the mind of a sad boy.
i am simply a skeleton with skin too big
for these weary bones.
i am the coffin and nothing more
than the dirt used to bury it.
the hourglass is coming to it's final stretch.
is this what it feels like to be alive?

it's impossible to be alive when you're already

                         dead.

Your heart beat, thats all you hear
Getting faster and faster
Your head is pounding every second that goes by
and you don't know why
Its as if someone took your sanity
and thats making you go blind
Your lungs somehow reject the oxygen that is getting put into them
Making it even harder to breathe
All you can think about is getting out
Getting out of where ever you are
and being alone
Cause when you are alone
No one can know how vulnerable you are.

When we kissed I could have sworn
I just kissed an angel.
Her lips were so soft and delicate
I was afraid of breaking her.
She soon told me this would be the last time.
The last time she sinned,
by kissing the devil