Things. Buried deep. Too deep to remember. Too deep to have a direct effect. Too deep to recover.

Things. Poisons. Buried deep. Leaking toxins into the soil. Toxins spreading. Permeating every inch of foundation.

Seeds. Planted. Sprouting. Pulling nutrients. Growing. Producing fruit.

Pulling nutrients. Pulling toxins. Plants unhealthy. Fruit unhealthy.

Unhealthy. Dying. Decaying. The only fruit available. The only sustenance.

Poisons. More. Soil saturated. Poisons spilling forth. Puddles everywhere. Growing.

Plants. Gone. Barren ground. Poisonous wasteland.

World. Crashing. Burning. Ashes. Nothing left. Dead.

And the knife. The ever present knife. With a sharp blade. With a sole purpose.

The knife.

He was the knife that slumbered in your back

We used to be in love,
You used to perfer me over anyone.
We used to be close,
We used to always be together.
But now,
You dont talk to me.
But now,
Your not the person you once were.
Your a killer,
Those butterflys i once had?
Yeah.
You killed them.
But truth is,
After everything,
After all this,
I still love you.

One cut
Two cut
Three cuts more
No more Ruby no more.
Four cuts
Five Cuts
Can’t let it go,
Can’t stop it.
I love the rush
The release from my chains
That have been choking me.
This obsession,
With societies idea of
“Perfection?”
It’s killing me.
Your obsession of me,
it’s merely a fascination of the sick
And twisted.
Want to see more?
Come here.
I’ll show you darling.
You start here you go there.
You feel nothing but the knife.
Sweet silver against the white.
******* torture.
Oh I see.
Now you’re scared of me.
But my pet.
I’ll just laugh in your face.
Because you see:
YOU did this to me.
I’d like white roses for my funeral.

If I had lived in
Medieval times, I'd be one
Who carried a sword.

This pain in my chest,
The feeling of disgust,
I have it all the time.
I cant sleep,
Paranoia the whole night,
I cant have friends,
Or a life.
Im too insane,
and too unworthy.
        j.b

You told me to **** myself,
You dont know im already dead.
You called me names,
You brought me to Life or Death.
You made me use the blades,
You gave me scars,
Physical and Mental.
But i still survived,
Physical and Mental.
                j.b

I will rip my veins apart
and then my mind will be at peace
for a while

My wrist will pour blood
I need it to bleed
or bead

I am counting the seconds
till this can happen
5..4..3..2..1..

I am now content
with the results
but I'm getting dizzy

I can hear sirens
the sound is getting stronger
is it coming for me?


(lcb)