An intricate celtic band
Placed on her left hand.
Love circling them tightly,
Blind of the facts that are unsightly
Showing that their alliance
Didn't contain others compliance.
After the "I do's" were said
She thought she was mislead.
Seeing him touching her face
Seemed to disintegrate her grace.
Filled with anger and rage
She refused to be upstaged.
She decided the only way
To make him want to stay
Was to take the very vow
They took to mean till now.
She came upon him when he was asleep
And she was very careful to creep.
With the axe that was a gift
She took her aim and was about to lift
When he woke up and smiled
To see his beautiful bride agiled
Standing next to his frame.
She was so filled with shame
She dropped the axe before
He saw her eyes filled with gore.
The next night she tried again
And if it hadn't been
For the candle she had knocked down
She would have escaped out of town.
But she took too long
To think about what went wrong
And the house burned up in flame
It consumed both bodies with one name.
She tried to take his life
But "till death do us part" made her his wife
And wouldn't let her leave his side
As the entire town cried.

The whispers I hear in the light
Are worse than the ones I hear at night.
Panic takes over and I can't breathe.
Anger continues to build as my blood seethes.
Friends are my enemies and enemies are my friend.
I realize this as over my knees I bend.
I may not be a saint but they aren't martyrs.
Behing my back or in front of my face.
They constantly make me hate this place.
Constant glares and ***** looks
Making my temper boil and cooks
Like the meat on the grill
And then make it freeze and stand still.
Wishing my temper were my heart
Killing me is like a work of art.
The whispers grow and grow and grow
But I know they will never leave and go.

It has happened again
Ladies and gentlemen:
Jealousy has reared its ugly head.
This disease will spread
As many of you know
With you as you grow.
Yes, it is a fact of living
While with all of life's giving
That we are never completely happy.
We always want more and we always feel ******
With the way that our wonderful lives turned out.
And even then we are taken over by and made to pout.
If we feel we are neglected
By the people we solely have elected
To be in our precious lives as friends
We guilt them till they break and bend
Into the perfect puppet doll we've always cherished.
If we cannot turn them into voodoo dolls, the friendship is perished.
So in all of this please take away this note:
If you feel I have not been a good enough friend because I will not dote
Upon you every day of the week,
Remember  that you're not the only one who can speak.
Others live and breathe the same air you do
They also get my attention just like you too.
It may have been weeks, it may have been years
Since we last saw each other and this may play on your fears.
But just always remember there's only 24 hours in a day
And with work, family and sleep in the way
Time is fairly limited to spend frolicking around
But getting mad at me is not a very sound
Way of getting my attention to come see you.
O and also remember, you know how to walk too!

My temper increasingly rises
With another one of Red's surprises.
They surface the murky water
Making me increase the oncoming slaughter.
Starting to see red vision
While trying to sort through this indecision
Of wanting to be with you whatever it takes
On the day of your 1 year promise no matter the stakes.
Trying to control my anger urges
But I can't because more **** emerges.
Why can't I just have you to myself for one ******* day?
Why does his words have more impact than what I say?
If he's so ******* great, why are you even trying
To make this work, since half the time I'm sleeping while crying?
Am I even worth this sacrifice of what seems like forbidden love?
Or should I just lay down and wait for death to take me below instead of above?

You would think something like this
Would only happen once.
Not only did it happen again
But the date way 5 years and a day off.
Unable to save a person's life
That was cut too short my fate's sharp scissors.
Two beautiful people with so much
Love and spirit taken from us before they should have.
One from a tiny lead bullet and
The other from a huge metal car.
How fate plays this is unbearably evil.
No one is laughing at the irony.
Tears of mourning and rememberance
Fall to the ground to water the graves.
Sadness is everywhere you turn.
Around the corner of a building,
On the famous websites,
Or in the bottom of a beer bottle.
You can't drown them,
Nor pretend them don't exist.
They will be with you;
By your side like an unwanted companion
Or in your face till you go to sleep.
Dreams might become corrupted with nightmares
Or become pure with heavenly thoughts.
But the thought of these two beings are only
Memories now are unmistakenly a torture we must endure
In this life we call our own.
Take care of the memories of them
For they will last a hundred lifetimes.

Loneliness everywhere I turn.
Watching my soul burn.
Enveloping my existence.
Insanity drowning my resistance.
Crying on the floor.
Reaching for the door.
Screaming from the pain inside.
Losing the awful fight.
No one tries to find me
Though it's too late; just let me be.
Beautiful tragedy in the making.
My tortured body forsaking.
Too busy with the evil in the room
While I lay in my tomb.