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Ready to move on but scared its not the right choice

Love is too confussing too ever make a choice you compeletly trust

But still you never give up

You strive and strive to fill that emptyness

Getting hurt over and over again

Never learnign your leasson

Always questioning your steps

Is this really what you want?

What you need?

Going through your day like something is missing

Craving something, anything to happen

But when it finally does

Your too confused to be happy

You done understand anything

How do you know which love is true and which is all a lie

And it seems like no one can help

People say just listen to your heart

But your mind is yelling so lound

Blocking everything else out

You just want it all to be silent

You just want the confussion to end

But it never does

Becuase the thing that once caused all your happiness

Is all your pain

Once was all your enjoyment

Now is all your pain

You know its all gone

And you know you need to move on

But you cant help but want it all back

So dark cold black

My soul.

So loud and confusing

My head.

So much pain and regret

My heart.





Me myself and I are dark

Darker then black,

Darker then the black blood that runs threw my veins.



With my heart so broken

All this time ive been living a lie.

People say it will be okay,

But it wont be

And never will be okay.

All so dark.



Ha you think it will be okay

But u know it wont be okay.

Nothing will ever be okay,

All to dark.



To dark to speak

These lips are sealed!

Never to talk again!

So it wont be okay

For no one can see

The darkness inside of me.

Around, all around, the shadows gather.

My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul.

It slays me, and darkly my

life's blood drips

to the wicked earth that is my prison.

In unholy terror I try to run

while the end of life takes me.

Now alone, my love falls upon bleeding eyes.



This is my Hell

Restless wealds quiver;

Unresponsive to the

enticing waves of notes,

that come waltzing

from breaking horizons.



Haunting moans fly;

Permeating the air

with dead defeat,

'til they saturate

copious grounds.



Vehement roots awaken;

Pleading vociferously

for unfailing lenience,

yet mercy does not

soothe their wailing souls.



Crippled leaves struggle;

Forcing their shattered lips

to repeat the sacred prophecy,

so that the still zephyr

might come alive again.



Weakening hands withdraw;

Refraining from being

depleted by the death spirit,

who is roused on dismay

and inhales all vitality.

Sing me your bloody song

Tell me the whole worlds wrong

Pull me into your nightmare

Assure me that no one will care

Speak of how life is cruel

Your careless words add to the fuel

Teach me to just give up

Because you know Im not tough enough

Promise me just death and pain

That no one loves except for gain

Murder me with every twist

Tell me salvations in a bloody wrist.

Push me now to the edge

While trying to sell a bloody pledge

Demonstrate how to sign in

Become a cutter through the pen

Proclaim that nothings worth a fight

That life sucks but death is bright

Poison me with every tune

Suicide served in a spoon

Laugh when I get mad at you

Because my life is similar too

When youre the one showing me

That theres no reason to keep living.

So Ill repeat your lullaby

Of giving up without a try

I wonder will you feel the pain

Of someones death and life you drained

Set yourself up as an escape

Yet you only say that life you hate

A hypocrite that offers hope

While handing out a bloody rope

Life is what you make of it

Some people fight and others quit

But you seem to think that death is better

So Ill return your rose with this bloody letter.

Sweet love sing me a verse

time slows to a sluggish pace

I am yours forever.

We are one beneath the

atmosphere, never shall we

part. Arms like clouds

hold me proudly.

Don't ever let go.



I don't want to be anything

that doesn't put me

by your side, I am

but mere muscle without

the soul we share.



Kiss me goodnight

you are my nighttime star.



Whispers tickle my ear

as our bodies dance

to the sound repeating

in my head. One

step one kiss. I am

no longer myself.



I am you.

An extension of your

being. You are

beautiful, my dearest

heart. Life is but a word

without you near me.



Gentle movements

make me a woman

for the first time. I am

yours....forever.

Rumpled bedsheets, a candle sheds a tear

rose from lover lies on the floor, a saccharin gesture rots

a yellowing novel sits, its words taking seed in her mind.

She whimpers, a solemn sigh escapes

her face a canvas with a flourish of Victorian scandal

jet ribbons snake over every ivory curve,

the night resting heavy on her shoulders.



A silhouette pours through a crack of curtain,

and the dust is lifted

a cloaked figure is poised, sinister with a touch of elegance.

Misplaced, he belongs elsewhere- a graveyard or morgue

he arches his spine and closes in, pushes back the cloth. Revealed!



Pale and emaciated, what dark eyes convey...lust, thirst, hunger

pearly blades, blood stained- a chance mutation?

draws back his coarse, blue lips.

Starved of love after a lifetime of death,

his heart lies in a gutter and drips.



Her eyelids snap and bones tighten

but still sparks of excitement fly,

he beckons her with dexterous fingers which dance along the cotton

and lace.



She pushes air from her chest and turns her head,

too inviting as her neck is pressed.

"Close my eyes to the true ugliness of mine life!" she cries

he penetrates the exterior and dark red leeches from dark red holes

she sighs at the pleasure as she's maimed,

age old and Medieval, thought to cure a victim's pain.

She drinks bad blood, black and viscous...



The infection seeps in, an ancient sickness spreads

tearing nerves like silk thread, rewiring, changing the imprint

and starting anew.

Her heart sinks, defeated.



Burning cravings spawn from a diseased soul

a desire to drink, she licks her lips lustily.

"The living are like clockwork, too mechanical, too human" she thinks

"Now it's the dead's time to reign".

No death bed convert shall I make,

The heretic soul in me would only baulk at the prospect

These eyes have swallowed too much truth and the twinkling of faith has long expired.



No, I shall shirk no shame of my last ill-spent moments

Nor shall I deplore my trespasses,

For my neighbours are as Godless as I.

I shall quell all thoughts foreboding to wander to a place “hereafter”,

Pray, what could it offer?



This life’s a false promise-

A world where rich feasts on poor,

woman treads in the shadow of man,

And love shrivels in the hands of fate.



No, I shall abandon him before he abandons me

I know I am expendable, but He?



I shall butcher my heart and serve it up on the altar-

A mere returning of the favour,

For all the last breaths snatched by his avaricious grasp.

I’ll beg him for his worst, for one of Gabriel’s own to smite me down with a blow that could bring the castles of heaven crashing...



This is my exodus from a world in tatters;

Evil shall no more pluck the ripest fruits of Good’s labour,

As the lamb heart coils up with the dragons.

Her waxy feathers are glazed with red blood,

As she’s struck down- with sleek efficiency,

Limp and lifeless… limitless she had seemed!

From her throat is pulled a ghostly whisper.



Yet more glorious than;

The breathless, frantic squawks,

The slow suffocation in darkness,

The bright-eyed, damp, sickly terror of temporal Hell



Ah, the savage gleam in those black vacuums,

Wolf’s wicked snarling mouth not so grotesque,

As man, who wears an indifferent smile?

Its bones are groaning, its hunger dragging.



Its weakness runs deep; it dashes and leaps-

Squanders fragile life,

Alack, over this cub no-one weeps,

But Human, hark at the glum trees!