Once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...


We can't walk away,
can't forget our "hellos,"
whisper your demeaning "I Love You,"
and cry tears of blood,
that stain black upon your weak face...


It's just you and I again,
listening to the lies that we've told,
reciting half thought out promises,
and "forevers" not thought out at all...


Remember the night,
that we first met,
one drunken mistake,
an impassionate kiss under the stars,
but the night air captured us,
in "what might be"...


But once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...

It's the churning in my stomach again,
beyond anger, beyond pain,
beyond anything I've ever felt before.

it's those tunnels that scope my vision,
like the ******
staring down his gun.
It's that -
unforgettable sound
of porcelain shattering under your skin,
like muffled screams -
into the midnight pillow...

For I am
the ****** in every war,
in every untold "love story."
I am
what dwells
within a fighting heartbeat,
the pulse, the backbone,
the very ******
of every knife in the back.
without hesitance
I'll turn your world upside down
and inside out;
just to paint the sunset red.

I'll be there for every breakup,
every fight, and every fall.
I am
a Monster
un-welcomed to most,
yet embraced by so many.
I bring the demise of friendships,
courtships,
and all good things.
and yet I am always around,
even when you think I'm not,
I am
there to guide you
into
that rage you can't control...

Born of vengeance, envy, and jealousy;
i give birth to bloodshed, pain, and tears...

I am love, I am Hate...

I loved the idea of love,

-once-

entranced by the beating time,

forever trapped in the moment

of when I was lost inside your eyes.

I told you that I loved you,

and I'm truly sorry that I lied,

but you were just another harlot

with a siren between your thighs.



Cursed to be eternily tourmented,

by the taste and texture of your lips,

twisted into blind perception,

every time I accept your sinful kiss.

The devil has the masters strings,

to toy and make us dance in tasteless bliss,

then draw the night to dreary's end,

and paint the stars of which we wish.