her
thats my life
all i think about
they took her
they went to far
i hope they die
i hope the rot
i hope they burn in hell
but sometimes
i wonder
what if they really do
could i keep going
of course i could
i would have her back
but is that all i need
hell yeah its all i need
but wait
think about it first
nothing to think about
i need her back
and they will pay
her
i love her
with everything i am

death
thats what i want
feel the warmth
of my own blood
leaking out of my own body
knowing i went out
the way i wanted
sounds good
but thats just it
it sounds good
i could go with my wrists
id fell my blood
driping down my hands
i could paint a pice of art
let it happen slow
that sounds good
or my neck
i could choke on my own blood
drown in it
fell it fill my lungs
choking me slowly
but thats what life is right
it just chokes you
up untill that day
you give out
well
thats the day im waiting for
thats the day we all wait for
so should i cut my wrists
paint a beutiful picture
in my own blood
feel myself slowly slip away
or cut my neck
and drown in my own blood
so witch will it be?
i just want to die
but really
nobody gives a ****

hate
what is hate
hate is felling
is actions
is words
but to me
hate is everything
but
hate can not exist
without love
hate and love
they are two halves of a whole
one can not exist without the other
you see, my love
i hate many people
but i love you
they battle within me
my love for you
withstands all
nothing can tarnish it
nothing can destroy it
i love you
but with that love comes worry
worry ill lose you
my love for you
stands me up
keeps me going
without you
i would have givin up
you keep me from that
my love, you are my light
my every thing
in this cold bitter world
so i say now
i love you
no matter what

what is death?
is it good
or is it bad
most are scared
but not me
i would welcome death
with open arms
like and old friend
but not today my love
you hold me from him
you keep me alive
our love keeps me alive
with out you
i would be nothing
so i ask again what is death
is it torture
a lifetime without
your smile
your face
your voice
a night time
of nothing
blazing hot
or would
you be waiting
for me
siting and waiting
siting and waiting
in our own paridise
death
would be a doorway
one life
with you
for another