Insomniac as he turned.. A murderer he became
With so little to be done at night.. A new hobby has been gained
Slaying throats of fainted shrieks.. With the slightest pity and a merciless shame
Hoarding victims of ill-fated fate.. He came to acquire a notorious name
Dark in soul yet bright in mind.. Causing suffering, suffering pain
Cross his path, no one shall.. For he will rip your skeletal frame
Pray for mercy to the mighty Lord.. All your prayers are lost in vain
Call him a sick, *******.. For ****** is his middle name
No guns of lead, or shots and loads.. A single knife and a bleeding vein
Lock in stare and know for sure.. Your days are out and your time has came

You were bad in bed,
I’m talking from the outside looking in.
You never could push against me
Quite right, never quite long enough
And it was never as rough as I,
Or any sane woman,
Would want.
We all want to bleed, you see,
Convulsing between ***** sheets.
Castles are for princesses and I’m not royalty.
Don’t ask me why, then,
It’s your clumsy, hasty touch
I crave
Here in the stupidest hour of the black,
My irritated fingers pressing
Into half-hearted folds.
I can taste you on my lapping tongue,
I wish you’d come here
And be bad in my bed.
Turns out,
I seem to miss your incompetence
Most of all.

Silver linings are just a cover up
Crocodile tears are all you had
Red as the blood I tried to spill
Every time things got too bad
Why did you carve up my heart?

You never thought I would fight back
Outside you're all sunshine and light
Underneath your braggart heart is black

The throbbing headache and nausea
I can endure; I've had worse.
Right now I could cry,
such a raw hope consumed me
as I thought about you, desperate.
It was still dark for me then,
when I needed you. Now it's day.
It brings a true smirk to my face
to know you are nothing more
than a night of binge drinking:
a foolish part of my youth,
a consequence of boredom.
I could not hold your liquor,
I vomited all that bile you said to me
in the hedges outside. Don't fret,
this is not a bad memory, in fact
you might never be a memory at all.
I am well. I will drink better and
far more dangerous poisons.
I am today, you are only last night.

Your memory still lingers in my mind
It’s been a handful of years
And they say time heals all wounds,
But the one you created is still here.
Fear is my excuse not to move forward.
But a wise person once told me to face my fears.
I’ve nurtured them for so long,
They’ve become my inner demons
That keep me chained to a figure of you.

I’m writing to you, right there, on the other side
you aren’t here, not the ghost that is in between this fake ink
I write to you, that other part of me, you’ve been distant
we knew each other so well before, didn’t we?
I remember in a way, but i was hoping you would recall better
I was looking at you through it all, and i saw your soul sweating
awkward turns and social skills out the window
crawling back in and saying your important words
I’m stiff as a board without you
I’ll work on it

I don’t miss you, but i would like to see you
hear from you, deal with you
have a chat or two

I could be your best, the pride of your day
but i wouldn’t want it that way
and neither would you

I’ve learned a lot since we last shook hands
I’m glad you’re there reading to me, you can fill in what you want
I wouldn’t feel wrong about you dismissing this
but we do know each other, in a way

I’ve been with you this whole time
when you felt your worst, when i felt mine
When you were crippled in your bedroom
that near death feeling
you knew it was all beautiful
but it all seemed so sad

You are an illness,
my infection, my lie.
I think I might love you
but hate, still I try.

You are my poison,
my escape, my release.
I ask you to take me
for at last I'm at peace.

You blinded my heart
with both hate and corruption!
Why say that you love me?
Why face such destruction.

But no I can't have you,
you're not mine to take.
Yet still as I see you;
it's but my heart that does ache.