I dare not
look at god's scintillating
scorcher of an eye

only the bold would walk forward into hell

concrete callings
beckon to the place where
at least the prince knows

the blood is on your hands

fire take me now
no one could teach me to
see the devil for what he is

smoke wheels manifest from the
fog oozing from the
forsaken ground of
crying corpses

I am lost, I am lost
in the month of hollow hearts
if I close my eyes
I see the shard of heaven in your chest

don't dare look away
I have always killed for you

a peach beginning upon a
snow-born face of hope for a
purer tomorrow

chewed up and spit out by
the harsh lips of a
cigarrete kisser

he had lucifer's lies and
hellfire for a heart, yet
she loved him all the same

something's can't help but crave the pain of
being
choked with feeling

like
a secret
spoken so silently
that not even god himself
can hear it

it roars and
is born

a love so quick that it
isn't safe in its own misery

lust born from sheer attraction

like magnets we repel and
blood lightning weaves its way between us

crimson shocks galvanize me
but are numb to you

the thunder claps and
reverberates throughout my being

the lightning strikes and
you are gone

because when she was young,

people would ask her

"what superpower,

do you wish for?"

so without any hesitation

she replied "invisibility."

and then,

and then she grew up realising

it came true.

maybe you should hang it all up

sixteen years,
more than half unbearable to look at

a putrid punch to the soul...
somethings you can't let go

perhaps tomorrow will be kinder

is there anything that can **** darkness?
no light turns on

the fire is a butterfly,
its wings flap and
sparks fly

burn, burn

this world wasn't meant for you

smother the fire

some souls are just too tired