Death’s sting is one
That is not easily forgot
Betwixt the absence of love
And the question of Hell
Needing you here
Hell is my constant companion
Satan’s pow’r will rule and reign
I am resigned to the Antichrist’s soon rule
That peaks over the horizon of the morrow.
I still believe God is near, and He needs for us to learn
He will overcome
Seven years of living Hell someone who will claim the Christ’s name
But we mustn’t believe what he says,
We must stay strong as one.
I do believe he will come again
Until then, it is a Hell
Burning on the Earth.

Lost and alone,
I am caught in the shadows.
I stumble and fall,
But you  don't catch me in
Your warm embrace.
When did it get so dark?
When did life become so bleak?
Since when did
My ever present smile fade away?
I kiss the unforgiving pavement..
Ears ringing, and I cry out.
I wish you were here,
Picking me up and holding me
Close. Soul mates, that's what you called us.
Then you turned and ran away.
Now I battle this rage, this "red"
You aren't here and I need you.
So much for soul mates right?
So I steel myself and I stand upright,
And force myself to go on.
To go back to the world of the living.
I am awake again.
And you? You were just a dream.

Banging my head against the wall
Going through the blood withdrawal
Crying out, screaming out.
My time is ******* running out.
All I hear is the call,
Please let me take the fall.
This terror and pain
It's always crashing through my brain
Not having the will to go on
Can I make it to see the dawn?
Tears falling, crashing
Splashing on this page
Metal in my wrist
Steel through my heart
Take me lock me up
Keep me in the dark
This terror and pain
it's always crashing through my brain
Not having the will to go on
Can I make it to see the dawn?
45 pills and 53 cuts
Blood on the carpet
Don't wake for your touch
When my blood pain'ts the sunrise
Will the tears form in your eyes?
This terror and pain
It's always crashing through my brain
Not having the will to go on
Can I make it to see the dawn?

For the only,
Sense or reason,
I've been in your mind or thoughts,

Greatness flows like the bestowment,
Of collided trusts,
Like a fear slowly clouding your mind,
Or days like never before,

Like joy that has been beckoning,
The birth or revival of thought

It hurt,
But only here and there with a spurt,
I never hear her footsteps,
And question if she's really gone,
Appearing ghost like when she first appears,
With musicless skin tones and melodramatic tears,
She shares her fears and wants,
Steals kisses with under the breathe taunts,
Then she walks away with no footsteps,
Months and years blur into a painting of a portrait that has changed painters with completely different ideals,
With each painter a random time,
As she returns,
With more scars that follow on her in painted burns,
Everything is new,
But the words have a different ring to them, everytime,
Taking more but leaving with less,
When she leaves I hear no footsteps,
It hurts a little.

He sculpted reality
Shifted melted metal
To shape a better world
The hand of man

She sculpted flesh
Growing cells
Pygmalion of the womb
Suckling and nurturing
A newborn

He made madness
Mimicking solar explosions
Destruction
Death

She gave birth
To generations
Yet veneration
Was given to the masculine
Man made god a male

The progeny turned upon
The progenitor
Male propagated pain
Female yielded the fruit of life
In all forms of adaptation

Though I reject gender division
In societies expectations
I would prefer a female god
Giving birth
To the damning male model
Condemning all those who live on
This beautifully evolved Earth

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There’s a crack in my mug
There's a hole in my mouth
There’s a share for the drug
That’s pulling me south

There’s a spot on my side
Below my left arm
There’s a bruise to my pride
That’s causing me harm

There’s a thought in my head
That won’t go away
Before I am dead
I must have my say

Is he really
the same guy,
i fell in love with
that one December?

Is he the same guy
who made me laugh,
made me happy,
every single day?

The same guy
who stayed up
with me for hours,
watching movies,
listening to music,
and who played
me, the most
beautiful music
on his guitar.

Is he the same guy?
Because i don't see it.

He once called me
beautiful,
now he doesn't
call me
at all.