Right now I'm thinking about us and it's equal parts "I don't want to be alone just yet." and "I'm gonna draw this out until it kills you to hear my laugh."

I want to write you a poem.
I want to carve it into
Your skin and your flesh
With my pen knife.
-I knew the word pen
Was not in there for nothing.-
I want you to feel the sting of my words
As I drive and drag them
Into your split skin.
I want you to feel the burn of my body,
carving calligraphy
into yours.
I want you to feel my emotions
Running out in blood,
Leaking out of you
In dark, watery cascades.
I want the poison of your kisses
That has spread through my body
To find you again.
I want to write your promises
On the stones I will press
Onto you. So you too
Can feel their o'erburdening weight
The way I did
-and carried, all this time.

Somewhere between
fury


and


hurting

Face it,
I'm a follow up.
To use all this time and quickly cast aside?
Honey, I'm not so simple to avoid.
I'll make sure
to close up for you one day.

there once was a mystic
known worldwide
who delighted in the blood and pain
and suffering brought mirth to his eyes

heartbreak gave him searing excitement
stress gave him nothing but smiles
he'd rather watch an be rortured by an iron maiden
than watch someone smile for a moment

yes he was sickening, deplorable even
but yet he resides in everyone breathin
wait... what? There's a twisted mystic in all of us,
yes, he lives and breathes in all beings

he arises when the lust for revenge overcomes our common sense

Wrought from the hate from a world that's old.
Made with a heart of gold, a very unique mold.
Tempered with the heat of forgotten lore,
the creator saw his revenge's hope soar.

Brought from the depths of a mountain core,
where the rage was bold as the creator swore.
Awaken twilight titan with a mighty roar!
decorate hell's halls with endless gore.

Running in an endless chase
and into the dark of an empty space,
he whets his blade with earnest blood
and yet he thirsts for more and more.

Now run little man as your end unfolds.
A cursed giant follows your every step,
hidden in lies, corruption and hate,
await your justice as it was foretold.

Cold are the hands grasping at your soul,
he dwells in shadow behind your mind's door.
He lies patiently in wait for death bell's toll,
making terrifying sounds you cant just ignore.