As clouds of darkness covers the land in a thick blanket of sorrow and grief, I turn to you my lady, with an axe in hand and your blood stained clothes, I smile at you and offer my hand. Two souls crazy in love, some say we are insane, some say we are psychopaths, all I know is, this path with you is the only one that brings me happiness, as my axe meets a human body, the screams of pain and fountain of blood make me feel closer to you than ever before. Let us drink my love, let us taste this youth and find love in this twisted world of ours.

Go on, pull it off, I dare you, you wanna see what I look like underneath this mask don’t you? It’s okay, just try and find its edges, that’s it, what? You can’t find them! It’s been long since I put it on… Maybe it’s under the skin. Just grab a knife… Come on hurry up, the skin must have grown over it. Curve it up… Don’t be afraid, im used to pain. Oh! You’re afraid you’ll leave a scar, don’t be. I’ve got plenty of them underneath, I won’t even know which yours is. And about the pain, I’ve had alot of it for too long, I don’t feel anymore. You see, it’s okay, you won’t have to feel guilty. Now what are you doing? You don’t have to sharpen the knife, we don’t have all day, just get it over with. Others have been where you are and they didnt give a ****, so why should you? Just get it done quick… Show the world what kind of a monster I am inside. Let them see the scars I hide. Oh! You wanna take a picture, it’s okay. The scars aren’t enough? Oh! You wanna add your own, what? You wanna show your friends what an artist you are, how you can curve better than they did, sure u can. You don’t have to ask, most people don’t.

Knife in hand, wrists bare, the voices in my head tell me to have no fear, its nothing big, just a tear. I look up n see you there, a smile on your face and a nod of your head, is more than all you could have said, that’s all its gonna take to have me dead. I press the knife and pull it back, I feel the pain but don’t give a ****, the world’s un fair, tough luck, the blood rushes out, I start to pout, a date with death, is all this is about.

Dear Death,
I know people will say I’m still young; That I’ve my whole life ahead of me, but I think I’m ready for you. Please come for me. My life aint as glamorous as people believe it is, they don’t know much about me. I’ve been drowning for so long in my own emotions that its a wonder you haven’t taken me already. I thought by now I would have already been dead from all that suffocation. Please death, these voices in my head are really torturing me. I can’t deal with this torment any longer. They are really hideous I swear. They make me do awful things. Sometimes, I cut just to feel pain so that it can drown their voices. That’s the only way to shut them up, I swear! Mom and dad took me to a shrink; they think something is wrong with me. I think they are right, but what they don’t realize is, I’m damaged beyond repair. They love me, I know they do. That’s why every time I stare at them sleeping at night, knife in hand I can’t do what the voices tell me. As much as they torment me, I can’t **** them. I love them. The voices tell me to hurt a lot of people, but I’m not that kind of person, I couldn’t hurt a fly. But the voices hurt me if I don’t do what they say. The cutting doesn’t work anymore, I can’t drown them anymore. Yesterday I blacked out. Mom found tommy, our cat skinned in the back door. I guess that explain the blood on my shirt. I burnt the shirt so that mom won’t know, but I think the voices are taking control of me. I don’t know what to do. I can’t explain what I do when I black out. The doctors didn’t help, they only made things worse. So now I turn to you. Please Help Me!!! I’ll do all the work, just a bullet in my mouth, that should do the trick…

I’m searching for my way, back to a place I didn’t belong, a place I used to call home.
The people there didn’t know me, the real me! They couldn’t understand what I was going through.
I left in haste, afraid of what they’d think if they saw what lives within this frail body of mine.
Tired of life and all its burdens. A mind that tormented me with sick thoughts of pain and torture.

Help me, I think I’m lost. I lost my way home, my way back to the innocence I once had.
To days of fadding memories of an afternoon sun filled with giggles and laughter.
Back to my mothers lap on stormy nights, filled with stories and maternal love.
back to the days before it all begun. Please show me the way.

I’m still searching, I have been for so long. I have no hope of finding my way.
It started as something small, a dark spot on a white sheet. A whisper in my head.
People say I turned mad. Another nutcase for the psych ward.
I don’t know, maybe I did, is liking the taste of blood that bad?

I’m tired of searching, my legs are aching, It’s time to accept, there’s no going back.
I’m letting my demons take over, I won’t fight the voices any longer.
I’m sorry if I hurt any of you, I really am; It’s just that I couldn’t tame this hunger.
I feel myself slipping away,as my last bit of reasoning is drowning in this abyss of darkness.