Every time I write
It starts in a good way
Sooner rather than later
It begins to decay
By the last word
It's as black as my soul
No longer a diamond
Now a fresh piece of coal

More evil than Satan
Don't you even start hatin'
Always bringing me down
Far under the ground
I’m six feet underground
Hear that empty sound
It's the noise my chest makes
As blood circles around

Thanks to you I'm now heartless
You crushed all my spirit
Don't start with your ****
I don't want to hear it
Spilling from your lips
The truth is denied
Back out of that corner
There's nowhere to hide

You made me what I now am
It's crystal to see
You lied every time
You said you loved me
I told the truth every time
Every kiss was sincere
Now I'm wasting away
Hiding in fear

What did I do
To deserve all this pain
I drained every drop
Of blood from my veins
Slice into my arm
I'll cause myself harm
This is all the memory of you
Pushes me to do

This is the end
We'll never be friends
You had your chance
Never again
Always keep an eye open
Never turn your back
Don't give me a reason
I won't hesitate to act

End of your move
Game, set, and match
I never look back
Batten down the hatch
Now it's my turn
Get the ammo, load the gun
I'm on my way now
Run, girl, run

I have been fighting
An ever pointless war
My heart was ripped away
Ripped right from the core
Your whispered words
Shredded away
No longer alive
No breath left to stay

Behind the mask
It’s your face I see
I won’t let myself forget
But I will always regret
I’ll always be the shadow
Lurking behind your door
Waiting to throw you
Down to the floor

Run, now
Get out of my face
I've finally had enough
This is the end of your race

You don't want to mess with me
Because I'll mess back and I don't play around
I'm one tough *******
I'll take you down

The streets are my home
My fists are my tools
Guns are for pansies
Knives are for fools

My anger empowers me
To do as I please
With my bare hands
I'll rip out your knees

Spineless vertebrae fear me
For I am the reaper
Of all that is evil
Inside of all people

I fear no human
I eat them alive
The gutters and sewers
Are where I like to hide

I'll sneak in to your home
Rip up your wife
Flee, mortal
I’ve come for your life

Run your mouth till it runs off
and bites off her tongue.
Words flung like phlegm from
the bottom of blackened lungs.

The singing hero becomes the unsung.

The name don't ring bells,
it breaks down the house door.
Lays the residents down flat
on the floor. Panicked to their core.

Then cracked tiles snap.
Falling through the floor, as the
water pours. Floods the basement,
drowns the poets and the dwelling.

Smelling the decomposing, the
neighbours dread the scenes gore.
A simple drug scandal?
Or the ****** of a *****?  

For years they couldn't bare
to think for any more than two
seconds about what stories played
out behind that door.

But their tongues twisted truth
like it was a noose for a neck.
No empirical evidence, yet told
all when the police did inspect.

Funny how the mind winds fiction
out of nothing but simple prediction.

not many people know what it feels like to cut themselves open in slow motion and feel the blood drops change from raindrops to tidal waves before their very eyes,
that were coincidently dripping too.
similar to the way it felt when my feelings for you started to pour through and all i could do was try to hold them all back and stitch up the cracks before i'd lost too much and fallen too hard, landing in a puddle of red that could very well have been what was left of my broken heart.


↠mndi➣

10.
We walk side by side, wandering around restlessly.

9.
Anxiety and Fear creeps between us.

8.
"Trust? What is trust?"

7.
What is Truth.? Which is a LIE?

6.
I could see your deathly psychopathic gaze, staring me sharply.

5.
The dark comes,  the cold breeze fills in our gap, mysteriously.

4.
You keep flinching and fidgeting your pale blue fingers.

3.
"We can no longer be together"

2.
Define Blood,******,Death

1.
One

0.
Zero,
The End of OUR Lives

Its times like these
I want to cut along my stomach
down the middle
take my guilty hands  
tear out everything
And bleed  untill i
Pull out my spleen
Just say hey this never meant anything to you.

I am the churning thoughts- turning
in the mind of the killer.  
You are but the stomach in knots-
burning with unease
as you watch the thriller.

I am the tension rising- the swell
to the dwelling mind.
You are but the audience- blind.
Fickly figuring the plot
as it begins to unwind .

I am the blunt instrument- and the brute
that wields the weapon.  
You are but the cross critic-
Cynically disappointed
that there seems to be no lesson.

I am the redemption of an eye for an eye.
I am the blind world it leads to.
I am the bodies left high and dry.
You are the mouth that this world feeds through.

To the one who hosts competitions…  
Which ******* gave you the right?  
I wouldn’t listen to your rules even if you paid me.  
Nor would I let you tell me how I would write my poem.  
I could write something totally not related to your competition and submit it.  
Maybe I’ll **** your girlfriend and let you read about how it went.  
She didn’t take your name when she came(just so you know)  

Who said you could take such liberties?  
I’m gonna bash your head in with an exhaust pipe  
And when it dents and gains a sharp edge I’ll scrape your eye with it  
Just one, because I want you to see…  
You wanna host competitions, do ya? Meet my little match  
Ever wondered how a lit match feels in your nostril?  
If I sparked it and let the gunpowder catch flame in your nose, how wonderful would that feel?  
Listen here Mr. you asked for this by hosting it… there’s no backing out now…  
I still have a few things to run you over with.  
**** umbrella? no splash guard? ugh… too messy…  
Ah my favorite! the serpent’s tongue.  
For that I’ll first have to break your jaw, then hold your tongue out  
Then I’ll stretch your tongue out with clamps and slice it right down the middle  
Such a fitting exercise. For you.  
You have become what you really are.  
I’ll leave your manny parts intact… I know how we are when It comes to those.  
I will tell you though, you won’t be able to use em ever again… sorry about the irony.  

Lets get down to business, shall we?  
I hate you. You know why.  
I’m gonna inject you with a pain enhancing serum.  
Then I will administer XXXX ***  
It’s an ancient technique of entertaining someone.  
Dating all the way back to almost 900 AD  
It was banned, sadly, in the last century.  
Anyway, you’re lucky I have knowledge of this  
It won’t spoil our fun… lets start with the obvious places  
Eye lids, lips, ears, finger tips, toes, arm pits, the *******, the wrists….etc….  
You shouldn’t bother keeping count, that’s my job  
But I highly doubt you’ll even live past number 233.