I hear you’ve died

But really you only

Live with me now

And now that you’re here

You can clean up the mess you’ve made



Now listen to me

I own you

Like a bird in a cage

You can’t fly away

But I can hurt you



You think that you have

Lived through Hell

But sweetie

You’ve never lived

With somebody like me



I’m like a snake

Waiting to strike

With my deadly poison

It keeps you alive

By letting you die



You drown in my poison

And my ****** ink

Falling through your pain

Only keeps you alive

As long as you hate to live



My darling,

Can’t you see I

Only do this

Because you can’t live

With the mind you have?



Why can’t you

Let the crowd

Roar like lions

When they see you

Standing there in your inky pain?



Stop standing there

And waiting for them

To **** you

Like a wolf

Kills a stag



Let it swallow you whole

And let it become you

Making you more like my ink

That spills on the pages of death

That keeps you alive



Nothing can stop me

From keeping you here

Like a hoarder

Keeping garbage at its side

Even if you can’t stand the smell

Where are you?
I cannot see
Are my eyes open?
You are bot here

Shut the blinds
The night is too bright
My fears are screaming
My chest is tightening

Why aren't you here?
Is it because I took your eyes
and sewed them to my hands?

There was a time when you raised your hands
all the way to the heavens
And you prayed to me, you yelled to me
You spoke of Aurora
They were following you
Always lurking in the sahdows

Pain is an illusion that our minds create
There is no way to describe pain
Without saying another form of it
This emotion
This poison
It’s all in our heads
Created to make us feel vulnerable

My head hurts all day
I want to burn my pain away
To **** off my own mind
But I can’t
Not when people are happy

All I do is think in my head
All alone and hidden by my ashen lies
I wish to see my cold corpse on the ground
To sink in the earth and never return

It’s too late to save me now
I’m lost in myself
I cannot come back to you
Even if you grab through my mirror
Stretching to touch my hand

I listen to notes of screams
And cry myself to sleep
Am I nothing but doomed to live?
Am I nothing but ****** to be forever?
I’ll claw own eyes out if I hear one more happy song

Help will never come
So burry me now
Leave me forever to rot sour
I’ll do it myself if I have to
Nobody did ever cry for me

She’s not here for revenge

She’s here to apologize

It didn’t occur to her that you were hurting too

                                      

All she wanted was a day of freedom

And you gave her years

She thanks you as she places her hand on your stone

What an interesting person you were



Tears start to fall

She wishes she was the one who had to swallow glass

All she wanted was for you to hold your fire



The poison you gave was deadly but not toxic

It corrupted her but did not **** her

You had restrained yourself and she is grateful

She hopes you were just as beautiful in death



As you always were to her

Goodbyes have always been hard for her

And yet, here is your goodbye:

A grave and fresh dirt

Laying in my room
Lights out, music on
Eyes closed, brain gone

These are the nights of empty
These are the nights of sigh

The night is early
And emotions are gone

Laying in my room
Blankets warm, body cold
Shoulders aching, hands twitching

These are the nights of pain
These are the nights of tears

The night is dead
And emotions are high

Laying in my room
This room of safe
This room of cruel
This room of me

Here in the Valley of Shadow stands the Angel of Death, who hath grown accustomed to its utter dark and dismal atmosphere.

But the Angel of Death wears a melancholy expression, for before him stands a young, beautiful angel, whose light and purity often give reason to shun the dark being that towers over her, but not her.

She, this perfect and delicate angel, offers a hand in unity to the Angel of Death.

Why does he not take her hand?

What holds him back, fear, perhaps guilt that he knows what evil lies beneath his bones?

Is he afraid that if he touches her, he will taint her pure being with the blackness he radiates?

Whatever the reason may be, he stands, deciding whether or not to embrace the angel offer of friendship and compassion, or to deny her and sink back into the darkness that consumes him.

He breathes in the fumes

Of all the radioactive poison he creates

Like a green skinned dragon

He kills himself slowly



It hurts him to see

All of you living without his pain

But to you he is only

The number thirteen

Haunting like a ghost



A bone faced man he is

A toxic blood man he seems

Like a moth drawn to a flame

Death calls him

As though it were a dog’s bark



He listens to music

That makes you cut your wrists

And scream like banshees

It makes him feel alive



This man is the sickness

We know as darkness

Living in his blackness

Is like jumping from a cliff



Tears can’t heal him

No matter how many

Times they fall down



Life shattered his soul

Death is too weak

His safe place is gone

He only knows how to coast numbly



Love slips through

His fingers each time

Like an eel

Through fresh mud



The door slams behind him

As he enters his home

But it holds no comfort

Only the loss of it all

We wishes he had a gun

To shoot his mouth off



Possibly he could grab

A knife from the kitchen

And slit his throat

But his hands shake

And his stomach knots

That is not the way to end



His thoughts are as clear and

Dark as tar

Sticky and grimy they are



There is no

Hope for this

Toxic man

But the image of everyone

Slitting their throats

Makes him smile