He left her with a tight hug,
but her soul stung.
He left her with unsaid words,
but her heart shattered.
He left her in the most tranquil way,
but it made her broken.
She couldn't find the answer,
but she knows, silence is a killer.

*-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015

Devil’s spawn, Devil’s spawn
Sweet and sly as a fawn
As a child mercy mild
As a man **** all he can

You hurt me once
I do nothing
Hurt me twice
I notice you
Hurt me three times
Closer to a war.
Hurt me four times
Ive come insane.
Hurt me five times
You have a war.
Dont you know its not smart to start a war with a phsyco.
You've started a war with the master of blood.
Dont you know how much a fool you are.
I am the master of death.
I know you better than you know yourself.
I can destroy you.
I will ****** you in three seconds.
You come near him.
You say the simple words.
You've come to destroy this once again.
But you dont know he's as ****** up as me.
You are beat finally.
Your times come to die.
Dont start your war with a psychopath my dear.
You'll only die in seconds.
I hate you more than life.
Welcome yourself to death you little freak.

You see the blood dripping
from her hands.
You watch in silence
as she traces her nails along
the sides of his neck.

She looks at you and you see
a smile on her face.
He is crying now, begging her to stop.

His hands are bloodied and tied,
purple bruises on his wrists.
His face, forever disfigured
by the jagged little knife
she clutches so softly.

She is a killer and you know it.
She is a killer who likes to play
with her food.

She looks at you with a smile on her face.
She looks at you and you're staring
at your own reflection.
-Nathaniel MarkHim (-V)

Crimson seeping from fresh meat sliced,
As a screwdriver hit with intent.

Bone gives way like a hard shell sweet,
Giving up the soft pliable centre.

As the straws bladed beneath insert inwards
Thrusting, as twists give up what's wanted.

Thoughts ingested as dead eyes look up
Mmm....
Still warm....

Burnt out like the **** of an old cigarette,
lipstick stained,
excitement drained,
nothing left but a ***** filter.
I'm seeing you for what you really are,
an addictive, silent killer.
You're romanticized by everyone,
except maybe yourself.
Oh, the coolest people have you
when they have nobody else.
Turns out, they're just victims
of a lifelong game of tag.
Still waiting for the moment
the chase ends and
they don't have to keep running back.
Like they're not supposed to have anything else to do,
almost like if they stopped,
they'd have no one
and you'd stop coming around
to build them up when they needed a kick,
giving them the smallest of highs.
You'd stop coming around and making them see
the world through your eyes.
Almost like it's so bad without you,
when really you're a pest-
gifted at knowing how to infest,
buzzing overhead no matter where they go,
inescapable like a dream.
Night after night,
whether they live alone or
with a family of six,
you keep up your tricks,
and the game's getting old.
Sometimes you gotta learn when to stop,
but it's repetition at its finest,
cancer stick to cancer stick until the
clock strikes twelve
and your gig is up.
Take your time,
they'll all see it soon.
Til then,
infect,
inject,
dissect their minds
don't let them be.
You're toxic as you are,
but not toxic to me.