Hell is heaven in my mind
Blood is breath
My soul is on fire

Hell is heaven
Pain is pleasure

This is my last happily ever after
as a soldier
of God's abortions

My messiah.
My martyr.
Are you the Anti-Christ?

You were my moon,
my stars,
and a prophet in my eyes.

You carved your promises into my ribs,
used my blood to write down dreams
of you and me.

Then you walked out that door.
I have not seen you since.

Are you a blessing?
Will you come back?

I'm starting to lose faith.

You were my first.
My first everything.
I lost myself in you
and I found myself in you.

I will always hope,
always wish,
always dream
that you will also
be my last.

My last hello,
my last goodbye,
my last good morning,
my last good night,
my last I love you,
and my last breath.

His broken body
crumbles
in your hands.

Life bleeding out
over your fingers,
until you aren’t sure

which of you
is
dying
faster.

A cigarette dangling between the corners of your lips.
Your arms wrapped around my waist.

"Thanks", you say.
Such a tiny word, isn't it?

And yet, still that word makes my skin crawl
and my insides scream out in pure pleasure.

That word is proof you also love me back,
isn't it?
I hope it is.

You're the best thing I have ever had,
and the worst I have ever felt.
You're the cigarette smoke in my lungs
and the alcohol on my lips.
It will always be you and me.
You're tattooed onto my heart.
You own my bones and blood.

But then I saw him.
Young, naive and pretty.
I didn't even know his name.
I only knew he was smiling.
smiling.
He was happy.
I fell in love yet again.

You still have all of me,
my sad lover.
But he who yet not have made
me feel pain and regret,
will always be a dream and a
sweet little affair.

No wonder why they call me
a "****",
for i will always fall for the pure happiness.