I am deserted. Trapped. Alone.
Forever to be shunned into the darkness as if I were the monster, yet I am only human.
Are they even human? Are they living?
They breathe, walk, and blood flows through their veins. But they don't live.
They survive.
Abandoned once more.
I no longer care.
I don't want to be among those creatures.
I'd rather live in silence.
In solitude.
In the deep. pitch black womb of the spiders den, is where I call home.
Stuck. Unable to move.
I like it here.
Don't I?

This house made of brick and stone,
glass and wood,
now crumbles to the earth beneath me.
But this house was empty
long before it was gone.

The people inside,
the people
the people
the monsters,

They ripped open their lungs
and filled themselves with smoke.
They  ripped open their veins
and filled themselves with poison.
They grew sickly and cold
with black, sunken eyes.
They starved themselves to the bone
until that was all they were.
Feet shuffled against dark-stained hardwood floors,
yet they never touched the ground.

Ghosts.
Ghosts who couldn't sleep,
for the darkness was no longer home.
Ghosts who couldn't breathe,
for all they inhaled was smoke.
Ghosts who screamed.
Ghosts who cried.
Ghosts who never made a sound.

Holding on until fingers grew limp.
This house was empty
long before it was gone.

Oh, great grandeur of thy visage, fair,
Thy impeccable beauty we descry
And at thy silvery glory stare.

Pure Goddess, I present to thee
My heart fractured and crimson steeped
And ask for thy loving eye to heal and free.

Deception has bounded me in it's shackles.
Lies have flown from thy tongue, and into my mind.
Warping my sense of reality.
Nothing is okay. I'm trying to shape myself back.
Medications fill the cabinet. every one of them a little capsule to hell.
To sleep.
To my dreams.
Hast thou fled from my grasp?
Shall I be left alone?
From you?
My friend.
My best friend.
I suffocate on thine lies, Deception no longer holds me in it's unforgiving grasp.
You were truthful with me. Now I know.
I wasn't the only one in your life.
Now I can finally focus.
Now I can breath.
Now I can sleep
In peace.
perhaps.

Oh what a pleasure it would be, If I could rip out your tounge, So you may not speak.
What a joy it should be, If I could pluck out your eyes, so you may not look at me.
For I am a hideous creature. I deserve not your gaze, nor your words.
I deserve nothing. I need nothing.
But there's so much in this desgusting little planet that I want.
I want to hear your bones snap, and crack. I want to feel your veins squish in my fingertips as I pluck and rip them from your slashed wrists.
I want to taste your bitter blood.
And Finally, I want give you one last kiss.
Just as you're fading away.
I do this out of love, don't you see?
So nothing else, could ever take you away from me.
I know you don't love me.
And I know you think I'm a bit obsessive.
But trust me, my king.
I do this out of love.

In the baren wasteland I call home
There's clouds that hang overhead.
Dark, mysterious clouds.
Swirling, in an endless, ballet of misery.
They sit there. Teasing me.
I want it to rain so badly.
I yearn to be held, kissed by the moisture of the dreary gems.
And sing a lullaby most sweet.
Gentely murmuring the darling melody.
But no matter how much I beg and plea, I probably won't feel, let alone see..something as enchanting as the rain of today.
I can only remember the damp rain of yesterday.
And dream of the Mist to come

With shaking fingers I reach for my pen.
Never knowing what to say.
But really, what should you proclaim in your last moments?
Soft wimpers of love and affection?
Or harsh remarks of how ****** you feel every one is?
Lies? Honesty?
Not knowing what to say
You simpily write
Goodbye.
Stand from your chair.
You tighten the noose
Just so it won't fall loose.
You close your eyes
And.
       Let.
           Everything.
                        Go.
In one solid motion
You.
     Are.
         Left.
             To.
                Swing.
Everything you ever wanted. Right below your feet.
All that is left to ask is...


Are.
You.
Happy?