lying low, under
penetrating nightlife strobe.
None to show.
injected with poison;
a slow-acting noose.
Repulsive actions of the
vile & depraved
endorsed at raves.
Broken and Shattered kinda like a mirror,
But unlike the mirror she can't just throw herself away.
She tried multiple times and multiple ways
But instead she pushes her feelings aside.
Her happiness doesn't matter.
Her Boys matter
The boys of a monster.
Unlike a mirror she can't just throw an object at what hurts
to get rid of the pain and the hurt.
People tell her to remember the things that happened before it all started...The good Memories..
What they don't know..
Is the Broken and Shattered has always been there.
I wrote about
Not following your
But, what about
The girls or boys
As such young age,
What they lost?
For a life range
As toys for
Roaming these streets,
That’s the real issue
No my clothes
What a bad joke
We being stripped
Unfolding her beauty,
Petal by petal,
A perfect rose,
Sweet and fragile,
Caressed by innocence.
He came into her room one night,
Her own peer,
He violated her,
Took away her purity,
Crushed her trust,self respect and joy,
With his greed,lust and evil intentions.
I could see her dark rimmed eyes, sad and haunted,
Now a tattered rose.
Day 1 cleen
Day 2 clean
Relapse trigger by words
Just once more time
Day 1 clean
Soul has gone
No soul to cut
Day 2 clean
Day 3 clean
Death has erupted to the wrong vain
In my head
Why is it that the people
We love the most
Hurt us the most
This aimed at you
Sorry i had to do this thoughts of the might
She appears to be A weak and
Containing a ******* in her,
Which is capable of trapping the demon
That lives in you.
Once trapped, you will only remember the way in and out of that hell.
She is a women in her curtain.
She is not a meek creature which you consider her to be. She is too strong to hold a life within her
Inhaled your bleeding coming out
the brave in black and white
that roughly occupied my brain
I wish you had never been
but you were
Now glad to see you've walked
the path so long so far
today standing on your own
Still miles ahead to go
but you, girl, you will once
heal that **** and understand
... and i know now, where we have to go from here on
Kept hearing the ticktocks,
It is time to start my little game
Eyed the prey as he talks,
Hope he still remembers my name
At the dusky street,
Where I started what is planned
Took him long to accept defeat,
Pinned him until he stopped struggling on
Took my blade and stabbed his orbs
Oh, what disgusting views it absorb!
These pair of eyes, I despise
For it was used to spy on my sister's
His sinful hands, I chopped
He heard how my sister begged but he
These hands that traveled my sister's
This is what I had witnessed when I was a
Lastly, his little shaft
I slashed it in half
This little thing is the reason why we mourn,
For she slaughtered herself with a baby unborn
She had commited the unforgivable sin
For she was sexually abused at the age of
I stood up to desert the venue,
My dear sister, I have venged for you