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The Joker Oct 2011
She looked to me as child to understanding teacher.
I needed not to speak just the nod spoke  all that was needed to say.
The razor met tender flesh as her eye's spoke the true plessure of the sting.

The crimsom trail traced her arm leaving bliss and regret washed clean.
She carved the words so gracfully into her arm her pain gave the passion
to my wicked fire.

She yerned to please and I to embrace the darkness that I pulled from her light.
Such a stupid  creature can they not understand there is no true understanding.
Campassion is a tide of emotional ***** left in a gutter of despair.

Teenage agony did he hurt you to bury your tears in tormented scar and
faded composition book.
The sheep was struck by the snake and found shellter in arm's of the wolf.

Deeepr my dear  I comanded  erase the memory  my smile hidden
cast a shadow over my evil cloud of soul.
Deeper bleed the pain in a moments fatal embrace.

Her eye's met with tears and faded slowley as the **** was sliced how sweet
death a beauty I do adore.

The word cast a scar and a final statement inwhich I did and will never embrace again.
Love cast a crimson pool canndle lit chaos she died a angel  in demons splendor.

As I stood above her viewing the art of her demise.
I read the word carved so deeply in her flesh.
And after the release of a fire to nothing i had to reflect.

Kissing thoose lifeless lips  my smile embraced light.
My stupid sweet girl when will you learn.
Love sometimes is so very lethal as well as messy.
YV Mar 2015
You drag your feet deep in the sea , its bottomless and deep . Listen to the shriek of the heat , it burns against your skin.Lost amongst the dream of red, a red sea, just like a red heat.Alone , you see, is the sea.The sea of what alone is to burn your heart into blue.Yander is black to the heart of a narrow soul, deep and blue .Purple is the sorrow to which you wince and dream.Dream and scream, you'll be lost .Lost without campassion, the head a midst sight.A sight the blind , hear not see.See the realm of your heart is a pity not even deep the sea could keep.

— The End —