"Love me softly"
Comes the whispers as she is carressed gently by a hand of broken glass
"Kiss me gently"
She breathes as her lips become coated in cigarette ash
"Touch me lightly"
She moans passionately as the needle slowly sinks into her flesh
"Never leave me"
Finished off by her own curse

He looked into my eyes, claims he loves what he sees
He is not the first to make these claims
Most don't recognize what they are gazing into, it's not a look of love
Not a look of lust, and not a look of confidence
But in fact a look that explains who I am
It's a dreamy gaze, color changing
A mesmerizing story
About a girl who chases the stars, even being aware
That they are all dead and not as they seem
*The girl who loves to chase her dead dream

Tear into my flesh, use me as you wish
Make my flower bloom, and my honey flow
I am little red searching for that big bad wolf
With his undeniably dangerous thrill
For lust over love because love is not my priority anymore
I lost my innocence when I wandered from the path
Grandma's house can wait, my horomones are driving me wild.
So I will wander the forest until he hunts me down
And accept my fate when I am finally found
I only wish for his teeth to sink into my flesh
And let my blood flow like a fine glass of red wine

My mind. It hurts.
My thoughts are eating me alive.
Sleep is not my ally tonight.
Nor has it been for some time now.
I fear closing my eyes because my dreams haunt me.
Opening my mind to face a distorted reality that villainizes me.
It's all my fault
That's what I hear my subconscious say anytime something goes wrong.
And it eats me alive. Killing me slowly.
My family is dysfunctional, past dysfunctionality.
My friends, must be make belief because its only when things get rough that they vanish.
I keep my problems to myself, at least for the most part.
I don't wish to put that burden on anyone else.
But yet I offer to take their burdens too, I only wish to help.
Because I know how awful it can be to feel alone with no one there.
Especially when you are the one who supports everyone else....

You can't escape it
It lives in us all
Some can in fact control it
But eventually it will be our downfall

Whether it be through misery or through pain
Maybe through greed, or through loss
Like a storm, first it sprinkles then comes the rain
But what will this emotion cost?

Will it cost us our happiness? Our joy?
Maybe our family? Possibly a dear friend?
Maybe a child's anger will cost them something as simple as a new toy.
But, point is, despite costs and control, anger will always win in the end.