Theres a place in hell
for people like you
But not the hell that some
believe to be true
The hell they think of
is full of desire
Dark angels of lust
And ****** in fire

No this is a hell
You truly deserve
Chained to your past
And the hurt that you served
Cause your ego was ******
And you couldn't decide
If the lies that you told
We're wrong or where right

People like you should be burried alive
With only your guilt and the secrets you hide
You deserve to die with your heart molten black
With only your sin
And the clothes on your back

If I was a god and you came to me true
With reasons, excuses for all that you do
I'd laugh in your face and spit on your feet
And pray with my soul that the devil you meet

You think you're the devil?
You have no idea
The devil throws parties you wouldn't go near
The devil I've talked with a couple of times
Your not even close
You wouldn't survive

So continue to be, a **** if you must
But you're being watched
You are vile
You disgust
Close your eyes to the pain
That you made to be true
But know
Really know
That pain will **** you.

Heavy feet fall on the steps
outside my door.  I cannot
let them in. They demolish
my mind as I try to stare
peacefully out the window —
passed the too same infrastructure.
It ***** with my mind.

The illness creeps in the corners of the
panes. They can’t find
their way in, but they know
I can see them. Fixated. They feel
my sheer panic. My understanding
is tainted by my watchers.
They feel my pulse accelerate and
laugh as my veins pump blood
toward their thirsty mouths.

Millions of teeth. Coming after
me.

I am eaten alive

by the watchers
by the knowers

I am here and I am gone.
Sometimes I come in strongly,
sometimes I am nothing more than a whisper.
You see, my life is like a little red radio.
Shifting, yes. Evolving, no.

Stating my momentary pleasures in a hot seat,
moving with a quiet current of low mumbles.
There are numbered stations for my feelings,
controlled by that little red-silver tune dial
that chooses a separate mood for every moment.

Moreover, the volume dial,
telling me when to keep my mouth shut,
to be static in the air that the atmosphere rejects.
and sometimes, making me feel the stations
through a door slam or a "*******."

See, my life is like a little red radio,
always caught in between two stations.

I'm losing my edge I'm losing my mind about to end a chapter in this relationship where's the button to take it all back like it never even happen rewind they say it gets better in time but I beg to differ people say there's always a winner but I'm a lose lose situation who is really the winner I had my flaws but so did she. I'm the end she was everyhing to me but what she just done to me was far more then a man's heart should be able to bare. Just thinking of her legs open as they made ******* moaning interlocking hands stairing into each other's eyes. Not once but twice did they link up just goes to show what she thought about me how much she really gave a ****. Or maybe the other two guys ***** she ****** maybe it's my fault maybe that's my luck not to mention all the nudes she sent from standing up to laying down or ***** out while she is bent over. Maybe I should just give up on love all its done is maed me feel alone and lost I'm bound to rebound right by any mean any cost? My reality is real this comes from the heart to express how I feel how do you mend a broken heart but feeling the pain you can't deal? I'm like who's really real. Bad enough no one can hear my silent screams the only time I feel good is when I'm sleep lost in my dreams............

We watched serial killers, bibles and we ate wings
My lips stung and you asked me why I didn’t kiss you when we ******
You called me several times but I never picked up

When we met the first thing you gave me was a look of awe and the first thing you told me was that I was beautiful
I believed you and I never believe anyone
You took me to the island and we talked about super powers and we met thrice but dreamt of getting a cute one bedroom apartment and kissing in wet parking lots in cars in the dark ignoring everyone outside every night of our lives
One of life’s little mysteries is that it didn’t hurt but we both just stopped and I didn’t care

I remember the thick snow that coated the ground and how fast the seasons changed since the last time I was on the hill
I parked in the middle of the street and a stranger hopped in next to me and took me back to his room
We smoked outside and drew with crayons and talked about very real things
I felt something for the first time since my heart broke, but when I woke you were gone and I walked back alone with my breathe idling in front of me and I never saw my favorite pair of thigh highs again

Your **** was small and you ******* me like a dog ******* a shoe
I pitied you and I pitied me and I let it happen anyway

We got a noise complaint saying that they had to tell their 3 year old girl no one was being murdered next door
We never had *** again but we still became soul mates
The kind where you were my favorite friend in the rain and I wore your shirts and boxers when I was cold but mainly whenever we were near each other we were bare and exposed and warm from whiskey but never felt the urge to go further than platonics
You dared me to *** in the shower and I refused but two minutes later you smelled it and your cat scared itself and we laughed so hard we cried then fell off the bed and laughed so hard we farted
I never had that comfort before you
I miss that comfort sometimes still

We jumped over couches and you slipped in and got your socks soaked
Empty beer bottles and cigarette butts caked my table and you let me pick the music
Then we crawled under my sheets and watched shows that gave me nightmares when I was seven
You drove a state to see me but I only kissed you once
I wanted to feel alive again and the closest I got was eating in the dive Chinese restaurant while talking to your roommate as you were getting food next door

We made love, we make love, we made love. Under warm honey-colored sheets, I am alive again and I made love.