I sit here staring at my wall
Feeling  the cold slide of blood rolling down my arm
Like wet kisses easing the pain
I want to slice open blue veins and draw the chaos out
But I've drained all I can for today
Anymore and there'll be nothing left to purge
Maybe that's not a bad thing
Maybe that's where it needs to end
One well placed escape and it'll be done
Cold metal burns In my fingers
... Well my  friend,  
Perhaps tonight we'll make our grand exit

i lay there on my perfectly white sheets
                              in a perfectly white room
my perfectly white skin
                              soon demolished by my perfectly dark sins
i close my eyes and smile
                               showing my perfectly white teeth
lower, there is a void
                               a void in my stomach
perfectly dark void
                               my wrists
clean and perfectly pure
                               though, a blade sits next to my hand
eyes still closed
                               i see my perfectly dark future
behind my perfectly dark eyelids
                               in my hand lies the blade
perfectly white blade covered in perfectly dark sins
                               my wrists
no longer perfectly pure
                                the perfectly dark sins hide my perfectly white skin
my smile fades
                                i open my mouth
letting my perfectly dark soul rise
                                a soul so big it casts a shadow
over this perfectly white room
                                 this is what i wanted
to set my perfectly dark sins
                                 that were disguised by my perfectly white lies
to set them free
                                 my body will now decay
into this perfectly dark world
                                  hidden behind our perfectly white lives

There it is again, that brutal heartbreak,
a blinding pain, that I can't take.
This isn't what I wanted to do,
I thought I was planning, on fighting for you,
but no, this time, I put your happiness first,
though all the pain, makes it feel like I'm cursed.
This time I won't, get in the way,
of your happiness my love, no, not on this day.
My palms, they sting, but I know this is right,
I won't tell you, what I want to tonight,
instead I'll suggest, you be happy with him,
and let my blood glisten, in this light oh so dim.

I believe there are angels.
They live among us,
hiding behind masks
so effective
they fool even the wearer.
These masks aren't pretty
cause life's not easy,
even for angels.
I know an angel.
The cuts on her legs
make her think she's
a mistake.
Cause if she weren't,
then why would people hurt her?
They toss around insults
like candy.
They speak in angry tones,
hardly ever kind ones.
They brush her off
like sand.
No one pays attention,
no one really knows.
No one knows the pain she's forced to go through.
But I do.
I see the way they treat her.
I know how it makes her feel.
And it kills me.
She's haunted by demons
night and day.
They torment her.
They scare her.
They push her closer to the edge.
And I see it in her eyes...
alive but dying.
I can see through her eyes...
it's how I see past her mask.
Her eyes say the words
her lips will not.
They plead for help,
they yearn to be saved
from the darkness
closing in...
too fast...
But what she doesn't see,
is all the strength she needs
is within her heart already,
hidden behing the mask.
And though she may seem broken,
she's still an angel.
She has a purpose...
something only she can do.
She has her mask to help her,
cause though it seems a burden,
one day it'll lift another's.
I know someday she'll find her wings.
One day she'll understand.
But until then,
I'll be with her,
I'll give her strength,
I'll lift her up.
Cause she's my angel,
and she always will be.
Until the very end

baby my body is a masterpiece
my scars are a work of art
every battle and every victory
has had its own important part

my legs were my canvas
my blades were the paint
by night I was Picasso
and by day I was a saint

I am no king. I am merely a shadow left in the dust from those who are burned from the flames of hate and poverty. I am no king. I have no jewels, I have no voice, I do not have a guard to defend me from the man who truly does have power. I feel pain and live a hell satan couldn't create. I am no king, so don't make me out to be one princess.

Put on your smile
Hide your eyes
For the day is coming
Don't forget your lies

Walk around lifeless
Forget the stares
You must keep quite
We wouldn't want glares

Rehearse your lines
Speak as if your fine
Don't act like your looking
You don't need a life line

They don't need to know
They will not care
Darkness may consume you
But life is never fair

The blade is your friend
The blood your life
I promise I'll never leave
Love your switchblade knife