Memories Perfectly Printed In The Pages,
Of A Locked--Leather Backed Book,
I've Repayed My Erie Wages,
And Yet My Pride Is Took,
Misery Formed In Many Different Stages,
Mirrors Reflect A Conversation Piece--The Hook,
Feared Creatures Locked In Steel Cages,
Sadly They Thought I Was A Crook,
Help Written In The Margins--Doleful--Enraged,
Bitter Words Spat In My Face--Look,
Actions And Emotions Staged,
A Mind Mastering Melancholy And Is Shook,
Names And Places Engraved,
The Platter Of Humane Treatment--Perfectly Cooked,
At The Last Paragraph In This Phasing,
Locked Book,
The Words To Be Continued,
Reflect In The Green Eyes,
Of A Caged Being

I am inferior
For in your eyes
I am simply sin
No matter how I beg
For forgiveness
I am a monster
Am I not?
For did you not agree
With the cruelty he dealt
The accusations
Of being nothing but a
Young lustful *****
Is that what your calling me?
I thought you loved me
And yet I have spent all day crying
My heart begging to be torn out
And my hands anxious for the blade
My mind shattered
As memories of us replay in my mind
Our hugs and kisses
Our cuddles and care
The proposal which you took back
That which shattered my dreams
And I fear he was right in calling me
Nothing
For I believe God is punishing me
I have sinned and prayed for forgiveness
And I am repayed with only this agony
I cannot cry for I have run out of tears
My world distraught by the power
He holds over you and I
To disrupt our present
With the past
That which I have begged forgiveness
My voice
It goes unheard
And the pain undying
If you were here to look me in eyes
Would you let me break inside as I am now?
Would you watch me crumble?
Or hold me and love me?
Haven't you always preached
Letting go of the past
Haven't you preached forgiveness
For I am broken now
And I will not yell
And I may continue to cry
But still I will not give up
Our battle is too hard
But we've fought to long
To give up now
So I remain
With this aching
For I too love you
And I too forgive
For love is forgiveness
Love is compromise and acceptance
And I accept you
And I trust you
And sometimes I wish that was returned
But I see no matter how faithful I am it will not
I have sinned so
I will not be trusted
And I'm always gonna be
Border-line accpeted
But love goes on
So I will stay
And be yours
And offer you my heart
And let you cherish or hurt it
For my love is powerful
And it will not quit
For true love
Does not sway or diminish
Only grow with each twisted fight.

There is a celebration
In the aftermath of the suicide
Moving on far from here
And this cursed and ****** place

Taste the blood
Pouring from the angels heart
That was spilled on the ground
In pure cold blood

It was for you all
So you wouldn't get burned
From the aftermath of
The end of the world

The angels time is a waste
And so was it's life
It tried to help
But in the end got forsaken

And never repayed
For all it has done
The blood on the floor
Will soon be yours

No time to leave
No time to discard
All those sins you've done
All those times you spat in his face

No time for sorrys
No time to repent
It's too far late
Drink the blood from your demon now

Ever since I met you, I always thought that these feelings of love or deep affection for you were ineffable and relentless,

As my attachment to you grows everyday you were always benevolent,

Everyday as we exchange conversations I keep on yearning for that Intimate moment with you,

That maybe when the song ofour soul's in symphony you'll be kind enough to offer me thy chastity not as an act of charity but because you worshipped me,

As we go on to this  journey together and try to find the pathway to our happy ever after I hope you realise that even though my love for you has always seemed like an act altruism but I'm sorry it is just the epitome of my affection for you is deep,  

I will worship you till one-day all those things I offered will be repayed by your love

That love  I don't have to beg. ♥

And if the skies were your waters,
And if jewels were embedded in your eyes,
Maybe by then,
Your treasure wouldn't taste like lies,
And if perhaps you had spoken,
For that which was right,
Then perhaps the guilt wouldn't eat at you,
Late in the night,
And if your soul could be seen on your face,
Would you still be as beautiful as you seem,
And if the debts you hold,
Could ever be repayed to me.