Love is a gentle suicide of the soul
Mending and breaking
Eating away over time

Losses piling up
All of it weighing heavily on you
Trying to find the right one
Only making it worse

Chains binding you tighter
With the teasing lust of another
Struggling to get free

You aren't able to piece your soul
Back together
Holding the shattered pieces in your hooves

Thinking of giving up love
So you won't suffer anymore
Hoping all will be right

Your mind searching for an answer
Finding the right one, trying
Difficult won't suffice

Scared to tell the one that cares
The one that loves
For fear of hurting them
Breaking them

Still deciding, not telling
Possibly waiting for the right moment

Leaving the one waiting
In such anticipation
Them wanting to hear the answer

Finding out soon enough
Sooner or later

For she is the
cause of a
blue-eyed suicide

The pierce with
the depth
of an arrow

plunged deep, concreted in

Finishing with what has
just started

Pushing in deeper,
her fatal gaze
hoping for it
to corrupt

All of this cause
she left you broken

It finally comes
swept over you
Her goal met

Is to be one of
Desperation

Over the longing
of something
of sentimental Value

To hold it tightly
till near crushing
blow

Longing even more so
for the
cradled warmth of
a held tight fear

Unleashed through mouth
Words now sought for

Wrought in the mind
of the despaired anger

Fought till the grasp
of a hoof
cut deep, bone shown white

With the sharp love
dripping cold, pooled
under heel

pursed tightly the soft
essence of touch
between tongue and teeth

recedes back into the
folds of reality

Decimated is the conscious
of the dreams washed

Fades to black
photo perfection sharp focus
Lost realms in solitude untold

Cries from a sorrowed soul
Vain as which they are
flow as a whole
for all they do is scar

Bearing the burden of loss
seeking to ease of it
And as of now you cross
It just causes fit

Now tired and drained
Weeping, roll bloodied tears
wet  hooves that are stained
releasing all your held tight fears

Not being able to rid of the pain
You do your best to stay sane

Slowly bleeding
my colors
from the shell that
I inhabit

Fading white
Now turning faint
a blurry mix of hues and shades

Placing a hoof
in the center of
the swirled mass

your pain in
physical form
manifest

(unfinished)

A couple hold each other at throat
Blood running, dripping from all over
Breathing heavily into one anothers face

The filly loosens her grip
Leans close to the guys neck
And licks the blood up to his lips

The guy looks at her and gives a sadistic smile
He rubs her neck and then
presses the razor of a knife
to her stomach

The fillies gasps sharply
as she feels the knife
being pressed hard against her


(unfinished)