#homicidal
"Some girls like diamonds
Some of them want fancy things
They hunger for the taste of glamour
And we rot and find some others' rings
Your sweethearts need their princes
Flattery and filthy pearls
Barbie, don't mess with the Marilyn kisses
Your original material girl
But I'm not like those other types, baby
I'm your ****** creature poster girl
Make you crawl, make you beg, make you plead
Make you want, make you hurt, make you bleed
So toxic
Psychotic
Chaotic
****** creature poster girl
Make you laugh, make you cry, make you need every little slasher
**** the father's sweetheart, ****** creature poster girl
Baby, you can keep your diamonds
You can burn all your fancy things
I hunger for the taste of a painful week
That can survive my wicked sting
Darling I don't need no princes
I'm no damsel in distress
The only thing I'm needing is for you to be bleeding
From my homicidal kiss
You see, I'm not like those other girls, baby
I'm your ****** creature poster girl"
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
**** me .
Just end it all .
Use those words you threw like daggers .
and aim for my heart
Finish it all.
Grab a stake
and nail me to the wall .
I’d rather feel nothing at all ,
Than to feel lost .
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Bloodshot fractures
underneath her skin,
Cracking from inside
breaking her within—
A thousand hairlines
tearing her apart,
draining away all her promises…
—unheard, unfelt, unseen—
Much like the beatings of her heart.
They were saline lips,
The lips I’ve been kissing,
Drier than the driest lips,
stealing all my love…
—all the long stemmed roses
Even her warmth, missing…
So different,
From our start.
Then, they used to sparkle,
Then, they used to shine
her lovely velvet lips
painting crimson mine.
I used to adore that smile,
I used to love that laughter,
Redder than blood—
—No hue was ever better.
Until I saw that color,
on the lips of another man—
And now she lays,
kissing my shoes on the floor…
And as I lean toward her face—
—finally,
her lips are blood red once more.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
The scorching weather,
weighs greatly on the hanging
scarecrow like figures,
in the corn fields of the King,
where laws are homicidal.
©sim
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
It all starts with a kiss on the forehead from the devil.
A curse so deadly that The Grim Reaper would fear for his life.
Togetherness is a lost cause for sanity and my mind.
One of them, if not both, has been absent.
I've killed many and many before.
Homicidal cravings have polluted my veins.
Empathy has fled the scene of this heinous crime inside my head,
As the voices so gracefully moved in.
Frequent scenarios are projected in my dreams,
Like some spooky yet ****** film.
Two vampiric women kiss so maliciously,
As their lips are painted with blood.
This vision makes ****** ********
The blood flow has not yet been drained from my vision,
As it stains the cotton of my memory.
Remorseful thoughts convert to an addiction.
I need to accommodate another fix, before my inevitable conviction.
I've once felt the feelings of the peaceful,
But reality has stolen my conscience.
A lovely soul transformed to atrocity .
This lantern gained a shortage of oil,
causing me to become lost in a field of misery and pain.
Minacious laughs frolic in my ears,
Though these giggles I'm quite familiar with.
I heard them often, so joyful and so free.
But now they've turned to evil.
An inability to move my hands when desired,
Caused by attire not aimed for warmth.
I'm a prisoner blocked by a wall of darkness,
So deliberately detaining my sanity.
I have loved a time, so long ago,
Where happiness was my most valued acquaintance.
Yet something inside of me awoken so suddenly,
Shamelessly demolishing any remote heart I once possessed.
Possession is such a polite word to use,
describing demonic forces taking ownership of your soul.
But I consider it a blessing in disguise,
Due to the unescapable fact that who I was could not be an acception,
To those who hold superiority over me.
A monster I was?
Or A monster I have became.
It would never be determined by the others.
All they fathom is that a monster is contained,
And lives will no longer be stolen by the guilty hands of this monster.
But what gives human life it's worth?
I will forever ponder that thought.
For I am the star of this so called Hell,
And where I'll be when my time has come,
No sane human would dwell.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Ever since I was little
I was taught NOT to trust people... they will hurt you.
They are Sick, Perverted, Homicidal, Suicidal;
From **** to A *********
But now...
I'm scared of everyone
terrified
but I ignore it & act like a 'People' person.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
I want to bath in blood
Wash off all the drying mud
Start a fist fight with the moon
Not a war, a domestic dispute
I would leave her seeing stars
For being the one to get to my heart
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
She screamed,
And the blood of her victims
Reigned down upon her.
Sealing her thin body in a scarlet coat,
Her naked eyes shown through.
No emotion for anything,
No sign of the murderous frenzy taking place.
The murdered thought she was one of them,
But they couldn't see what she did.
Images flashed from one to another,
Totally normal to
Morbid nightmares
In her everyday life.
She was just scared,
We justified.
She thought they were harming others,
We excused this little mess,
And let her free,
But that is not what should be.
Her victims walk around my room
And stop In my doorway,
Embodiments of normal people.
But the fear of the lady coming to **** them
Is terrifying.
So I wake up,
And live my life
Sleep deprived and afraid.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
You attack me with words
But I'm the bite to your bark
You can talk the talk
While I walk in the dark
I'll show the world and ignite the spark
Because that's what you get when you try swimming with sharks
Now here you go ramblin blaming me again
Telling me how crazy I am in the head
All these lies you've fed
The pride you shed
When you've found out from you fake *** friends that I wound up dead
How I've bled for you and blamed myself
Grabbed the razor and your scarf and done hung myself
How I hated myself
How I've betrayed myself
Lied and cut the nose off my face just to spite myself
So when you've ripped out my heart I hope you keep it showcased on your trophy shelf
I hope after seeing your good work that you'll be proud of yourself
I won't fight back
Ill let you cut me up
Gag me with a sock just to shut me up
While you cut off my limbs so I can't do jack
Bleeding out while you continue to attack
So clean off your blade and whistle while you work
Writing all these threats in your nice little book
Then give it back to me and I'll give back a smirk
Now the whole world will see how you've gone crazy and berserk
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC