It's 1 am and I'm calling you .
Hating that ***** at the end of the line reciting " the person you have reached ..."
Is never available right now.
I feel so alone gripping the phone ,
I can't call you so late anymore .
Wanting to burn into you that
You are mine .
And everyone who touched you before is a ******* lie .
Across the street ,
The town .
The states .
I hate all of them right now .
And I know that this is
irrational
But it ***** that you were the first for me and I wasn't for you .
The abuser ,
The space filler ,
Now the Grecian pillar .
Hating classical way that
The years rubbed off the emotion from the chisel marks .
**** them
And you're like before my hands , and mouth and eyes .
My eyes ....
Always searching for yours .
In an empty room of the two of us still ******* searching for yours .

But maybe I am the first ,
And that's why I a prototype
Am still here . ™

I wish to learn the secrets, so eternal
of spiritual transformation
To know the ways of the Ferryman
To usher souls through and beyond
I long to master the art
of cosmic transference
To carry the departed
to their resting place
And to be their guardian

It is not an act of hate,
Sick lust or twisted love
it is not the fault of rage
Nor is it for fun.
I do it in the name of
inhuman artistry
My life i've dedicated
To the Reaper's harvesting.

This world is such an ugly place
I'm your savior in a way
I cut you loose and set you free
I grant your spirit liberty...

Evil exists in all colors and codes
there's every kind of shape and size
A world ablaze, drowning in torture and ****
We could use a few more minds
like mine.

I am not a killer.
I am an apprentice of death.
I will guide your spirit home
on the wings of your last breath.

I'm scared of being the worst.
Because my best words
won't be enough
to save you from my  curse.

Her demeanor makes her look meaner.
Used. Possessed.
But inside holds the mind of a young child, still grasping onto the fairy tales, so true to her.
Such a disguise that
She'll never take it off.
The red lipstick lures in the lies
But check her eyes,
as the mascara runs down her cheeks, there's
That weak girl, who cries over the helpless man who stole her heart.
Or the girl who gets in her car and drives away as she runs away
filled with lust and never crushed.
The Never-ending conflict.
Lies and pain, nights of shame,
Fighting to find reality deep inside her brain.

What's going to happen when you lead and nobody follows?
You say something with no comment or interaction?
Step left and they all go right
Asleep during the day while all those roam under the light
Afraid to be alone yet silence if your friend
Sunglasses at night just to keep from seeing your shadow
Even you know your ways are sinister
Controlling others unable to control ones self
Minds to play with but never yours
Misery loves company and that's why you adore
Living life full with a glass half empty
Is this as happy as we'll ever be?

This life can be so unbearable.
What is the point?
I ask myself that question more than any other.
Ask most this question, you recieve the same response
"To live."
Well, ****.
Maybe I don't want to anymore.
I was never asked, just pulled into this warped reality.
What is the point...