she said: " there's no real peace in revenge. "
i could never hurt you like you hurt me.
i could never make the pain beautiful or seem like it is worth it either. 
 i love you.

A desolate desire, a rambunctious hope.
To see the burning fire within this zealous stroke,
With inflamed vessels of red to be seared,
The beat of a heart with a sound quite fickle.

Undecided fate, lack of concentration.
  In a mind of dissipation, despise the renunciations.
Piece together the puzzle of the human mind and rip apart to be in the mad man's confines.
  
Fortitude to bear, uninterrupted disaster.
  Tutor the wreck less with ambition, explain your own maddening rendition.
  Take back the flames of a stolen heart, hope it lasts before it starts.

My words sweet as honey
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth .
Revenge isn't best served cold- it should be sweet with a hint of poison.

You've got a shield to hide behind,
For now.
You've got his eyes locked on you,
For now.
The day will come.
His eyes will widen in realization of your selfish carcas of a personality,
Your shield will dissolve away with your fears beginning to consume your body inch by inch.
And when that day comes you will wish you never stepped a foot on this planet, your worst nightmares will become your dreams.
Succubus will become nothing to what the glass shattered before you will reveal.
No number of ghosts or demons will compare to what your eyes will feast upon the day this world reaches through your chest and clenches the rock of a heart you posses tearing it out of your frail body.
You will sit in a chair strapped as can be and watch as your pebble of a heart is crushed with the hammer of your own self pitty.
Beg for nightmares for they are the least frightening for what will stand your way.
And as your blood runs from the slit in your throat to the paved floors, a smile bigger than sunlight will stare right at you.
Thirsty for blood and no blood tastes more rewarding than the one from the knife which penetrated right through your worthless body of a harlet.
The night the psychopath within will be unleashed to feast on the taste of your selfish, ice cold blood and flesh.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

Counting crows at twilight
the maiden could not see
the knave who sat beside her
in all his gallantry
So he cut off her pigtails
he took them to his home
but dropped his hat along the way
and she found him all alone
He counted sheep at midnight
lying in his bed
and could not see her standing there
as she cut off his head

I’ll make you feel the heat of my blood,
but only when I feel yours
in my tongue.

In the graveyard
I've come to hear your voice
and I'm all alone again
I've brought my toys

You're going to burn
I'm making sure
You're going to love
What I've got in store

It's 6 am
and I'm coming for you
it's 6 am
You're way past due

Choke again
You're not my friend
Choke again
Let's play pretend

I'll be the demon
and you'll be me
Lets swap sides
It's all I need

I'm not like you
but i can fool
My board
Torment the ghoul

I'm glad you're gone
Burning with fun
I've got my gun
I hope you can run

In our tine of war
You seized your chance
Left me in the hands
Of our enemies

Treachery against your comrade
Turning my own on me
Leaving me for dead

I never saw it coming
When you left me
At the gates of hell

But I'll return
You can not
Simply lock me away
I'll crawl back to hunt you down

I'll find you
Rob you of your joy
Leaving my misery on your shoulders

You know I'm coming
We'll meet again
At the gates of hell

You're in ruin
Not worth a dime
Or anybody's time
No longer in power

After twenty-five years
I've paid you back
With what you deserve

I'll leave you
Just as you left me
At the gates of hell