my love is for one. pure and simple. my love is for you. my love is forever. my love is a rock. my love is the ocean. my love is for the blind. my love is blind. my love is as sand. my love will be my destruction. my love will be my end. my love is for you. for you and you alone. until i turn to powder and fly away with the wind. you are me and i of you. so be kind.

I sit and I scribble,

With black ink pens,

Black ink pens and scribbles,

I scribble and I ribble my single given life away.

And when I shower,

I wash the ink off my hands,

and clean the deepest paper cuts down to the ends.

It stings and it rings,

But so do my pulsing fingers

And beating heart.


She sits at a desk

with black ink pens and scribbles.

Black ink pens and scribbles.

She scribbles and ribbles her single given life away.

And when she showers,

She washes the ink off her hands,

And cleans the deepest paper cuts down to the ends.

She stings and she rings,

But so do my pulsing fingers

And beating heart.


I sit and I scribble,

With black ink pens,

Black ink pens and scribbles,

I scribble and I ribble my single given life away.

And when I shower,

I was the ink off my hands,

And clean the deepest paper cuts down to the ends.

It stings and it rings,

But so do my pulsing fingers

And beating heart.


I die with this pen in my hand,

And my book of scribbles below my head.

She dies with her pen in her hand,

And her book of scribbles below her head.

I die with this pen in my hand,

And my book of scribbles below my head.

As tragic as it is...
A goodbye is bound to always come
because whatever goes up always comes down
like when a tear produces and fades from the face
until it drops and stains the surface.

It's a story when it begins
and transitions to a romance at the end.
People have hearts and they bleed till they burst
but if it didn't, true love wouldn't exist.
And I think if you're human then you know
that the most painful tear to cry,
is a cry of goodbye.

Every time I start to cry
I choke away the tears
for fear a dam may open up
thats held firm all these years

So many tears remain unshed
from chapters in my life
called forth by joy and sadness
by pain and bitter strife

One day I know I will let go
and it will all come out
and better i will be for it
of that I have no doubt

So if you see me shed a tear
please hold me while I weep
for chances are the tears will fall
til I cry myself to sleep.

dark seduction takes you over
a touch cold as ice
sharp pricing fangs slice into the soft sweet flesh
your old life drains away and the next flood in as the kiss take you over

I love you

I love you more than you can know,
And more than you can see,
I love you more than I could hope
to have someone love me.

I'll love you when you're sick and weak,
And love you when you're strong,
I'll love you through our arguements,
if you're right, or if I'm wrong.

I'll love you through the lace of time,
Until we're old, until we're grey,
I'll love you always, more and more,
With every passing day.

I'll love you in our times of plenty,
and in our times of need,
I'll love you when I have to serve,
And I'll love when I can lead.

I love you more than life itself,
More than water, more than breath,
and whether I go first, or you,
I'll love you into death.

I love you more than the word love,
ever could define,
I'll love you through whatever comes,
I love you and you're mine,

I love you with a burning love,
that fills me through and through,
I can never say these words enough,
for truly, I Love You.

The dread of consciousness fills me.
The numbness fades away
As I reach out for the space beside me.
The fire lights the blood
Illuminating it for all to see
No one will though.
I am alone again.
The blood pounds through my head
Beating itself against my skull
‘Out!’ It wails at me.
I cannot.
‘Alain…’
My voice cracks
Like the ancient creaks of a tomb.
Forever I am tormented.
Forever she will be out of reach.
‘No,’ the fire hisses at me.
‘No!’ It cries building itself up.
‘I cannot!’ I cry raising my arms
Shielding against the wall of blood and fire
I am lost.

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Fingers ****** digging deeper,
A razor lined ring upon her finger,
Blood from her hand starts to drip,
On the carpet red and thick,
A razor lined ring upon her finger,
Forever will that stained blood linger.

Blood is dripping down her wrist,
The only thing she knows wont twist,
Though pain and anguish make her die,
She still will think, “I’ll never cry”.

As she lies on cold hard floor,
Crimson blood from her body pour,
She dies in the way she lived,
She will hate, she’ll never forgive.

A ****** razor falls to the ground,
Without a heart will make no sound,
Cold, alone had nowhere to go,
Found in her blood drenched in the flow.

She lies in a grave that says, “She is now dead”,
She made cuts from razor for the tears she had shed.

Blood and Fire
Blood flashes
Blood pulses
A wall of flames consumes.
‘Alain!’ I cry.
‘Alain!’ I wail.
Blood pulses out as the breath leaves her.
‘Alain!’ I roar.
Blood-red flashes
A tide of blood replaced by fire
I am lost.
The fire consumes all.
Flame builds
The world goes red.

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