Rain beats against the glass
It's been hours since I've seen you last
You left and you had slammed the door
I cried my tears until there were no more
We've fought  for an entire weak
Screamed until it hurt to speak
And now I'm leaning against the wall
My tears flood my face, I could fall
I hate that you haven't called at all
It's me locked away in a bathroom stall
Just to hide my radiating pain
That has left this black stain
I wish you'd just come home
So I didn't have to feel so alone
In a way I feel rejected by you
Like I'm infected and you're the flu
But there's no prescription for how I feel
And my emotional description doesn't seem real
But if I just lock the cell inside of me
Maybe all these years of pain you'll never see

Dead End
sharp claws
dark skin
red eyes
razor teeth
blood dripping
flesh eating
demon spawned
loud roars
heads scalped
people dying
wanting more
can't control
virus infected
zombies attacking
vampires *******
werewolves eating
thunder rolling
lightning crashing
rain pouring
earth flooding
wind howling
hell's frozen
pigs flying
we're dead
the end

Declaration of illness
Feeding the korn
Seeking for hatred
Deny you were born

Consoling the madness
Refusing the love
Being a person
You know nothing of

Condemning the faithfull
Controling the truth
Dementing the sanity
Jump from a roof

Return from the happy
Consumed by the sad
Hiding the good
Libirating the bad

Serounded by darkness
Protesting the light
Retreting from goodness
Put up a fight

Surviving the rightiousness
Leading to just
Depriving the evil
From hate... I must.

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.