Thy lust grows more and more.
The earge to feal anothers body against mine grows more and more.
No longer can I hold it back.
Please let the one come to me and help me fulfill my lust.
Until she comes my lust well rapidly grow.
The more my lust grow i start to die.
I can no longer hold it.
I cant feel my body no longer.
I need her more please send her to me.
What is life if one can not live it to the fullest.
Being here in the army i have to put my threals hold.
No longer can i live my life the way i want it.
Never shall my life be lived to the fullest for i can not have the free well that i desire
Thy life well never be the way that i wish for.
I must get out of this life and live they life to the extreme.
Onward now to the extrem.
I love you with all my heart.
To prove my love to you I will prove it with my blood.
One cut for every tear.
One slash for every heart break.
And one stab for every lie.
Now that this is done I am now left to die.
I shead my blood, tears, body, and soul for you.
Now that this is done there is nothing more for me.
I know that I have hurt you and I am truely sorry.
With every word I write my heart slowly dies.
For the blood that flows from these cuts slowly ends my life.
I know now that I truely love you.
I just wish that I had known that sooner.
As my last breath of life draws near you must know that I love you with every drop of blood that poors from my boody.
I feel so cold now.
I can no longer stay warm.
The heater is high and i wear much clothing.
I can no longer hear a thing.
That is good for the ears of a lier should never be aloud to hear the voice of one so true.
I can no longer feel a thing and this is only right.
For these tainted hands should not touch one so pure.
My sight is now fading so I shall now end my letter.
For once my sight is gone I shall be left in the dark.
For the only thing that well be with me is the sound of my slow, dieing heart.
With these last words I say to my love.
"I shall love you even though I am no more."
I pray that these words.
This letter of love, pain, and sorrow reaches you for I know my love well maby one day be lost and found by you.
With all the love of a lost soul,
Unknown Spirit
It seems that I am forgotten.
Be that as it may I do not care for I need no one to care for me.
Care for ones self and not for another.
I shall not care for another for she does not care for me.
I gave her my love and care and she gave me nothing in return.
I wanted more then to just be a lover but she gave me nothing in return.
I know now to never give my love to another if she well not return the love.
I no longer care if i find another to share my love with.
For I well not search for another no more.
If you wounder why my quote is "To be forgotten is worse then death," now you know why my life is like this.
"Blood darkness come onto me."
I well never have one to love so just let me die in peace.
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