so much passion but it hurts so bad
when i leave your bed i cant get you out of my head
but i keep to myself for fear of rejection
i only want to be with you but you wont show me the affection
you seem to have this hold on me i just cant shake free
so i write until these emotions will let me be
at least until the next time you text me

You're rotten.
Clothes sodden.
Preaching a soul-bleaching doctrine.
Forgotten, I bleed through.
My heart like a sponge then you squeeze through.
I beseech you,
Do not let the blood run
I need you.
Want to beat you,
Want to hack you to death -
With a serrated blade
Want to saw through your face
With the toxicity of hate.

Want to kiss you
Then dismiss you
Want to ******* with a fist-full of fake love
Then take off and spit on the **** that is you
You're rotten
You're rotten.

My heart is broken
From words unspoken
My heart's drum playing along
To the unfortunate hum
Of a lover that's been hung

Your love is my noose
Your love is my talisman
Your love is my vessel
Both cutting off my hands
Both bringing me to greater shores
Both bringing me to greater sands
Yet ripping through my thoughts
Pandemonium with love's demands!

Your water soothes me
But it's salt chokes
Your body nestles me
But turns to concrete
In the lonely nights
Your love festering -
Passion turns to violent burns
In mind's fights
When I lie alone, love
Ensconced in the night

Your love is sacred
But it's like acid on the tongue
Your love is hatred
Yet you can do no wrong

I love you
I love you

It pains me

Night grips at my soul

Ebony-clad hand at my throat

Vice in the heart gripping

Sanity in my mind slipping

Propane in my veins thumping

Blood dripping

Anger pumping.

Sadness making me a drunk thing,
Falling through mind's stink

Better think quick
Find a sober relief!

No pretty picture as I slip to the floor. . .

Mad disarray
Grip at the floor.
Mental decay
One hand shutting the door.

Night grips at my soul
Swallow me whole -
Down
Down
Down the rabbit hole.

An ebony-clad hand ripping up memories
Like an overturned desk,
Like an incurable disease.

Pray for release
From the maggots that feast;

Beasts on the mind clots of me.

Now give peace!

Night perpetuating my unease,
Sadness high

Eyes turned to the moon
Tears dry

Scenery dead with gloom
I can't cry

Scenery graveyard's black and white

I'll survive.

Though night grips my soul
While I slip
Into the rabbit hole.