I fell in love with the devil me
wanting to share horror
I just love being scared out my skin
watching warning signs on cigarette packs
and the pictures of suffering cancerous ****
all go to 'make my day'

Does anybody else try to imagine the writer's voice when reading one of their works?

There he is.
Walking towards me.
I don't know what to say.
He's nice. So nice.

When he striked a conversation.
I knew that it pierced me.
He looked straight in my eyes and...

Boom!

What a surprise!
I was already naked.

I can lie.
when I say,
Nope I'm Fine,
as I'm cutting up my thighs,

I can lie,
When I say,
I hate you,
to help pass the time,
and make me feel like maybe something I've said isn't such a crime.

I can Lie,
As I hold you hand,
saying everything is going to be alright,
but I only know it might,

But I can not tell a lie.
as I really love you.
and have been honest with you.

the great flame rose up over the hills
as Lydia swallowed some mysterious pills
with a bottle in hand of cheap liquor store wine
she called to the sky for some kind of a sign

the wind stayed silent, the trees disappeared
the ocean dried up and the clouds quickly cleared
no answer was found, as she fell to her knees
drooling into the dirt as she sobbed on the breeze

with no friend in sight, the pills then went down
as she swallowed each one, she just fell to the ground
and the last thing she saw was God's gleaming grin
as he laughed in her face, saying "Suicide's a sin!"

A blood stain on a piece of paper
shows so **** much.

popularity never mattered much to me
i really just wanted to get through the days unseen
and even now, i feel like i'm constantly hiding
i try not to look in the mirror
so even i won't know i'm there
the only person i ever wanted to see me left and broke me
she took every part of me that mattered and left it shattered
and i don't really care if anyone else ever looks at me again