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The blood drips down my legs, down to my ankles where I can't see



Everything is a blur right now, emotions flying right through me



Denial is my sanctuary and my second home away from the misery



My eyes are covered by the tears that were brought upon unjustly



By a secret that will have to be buried deep inside of me



I stand here solemnly in my silent room filled with gnawing torment



Unaware of the fact that my soul is slowly being poisoned



With a hate that will never cease to fester and destroy



What have I done to allow such pain to pass through my heart?



Will it be the end of me, will I drive myself wildly apart?



Maybe the monsters will snatch me when I'm alone with my thoughts



Help me forget about this aching body and soul that I possess



Lead me to a land where I can finally forget about everything and rest

My poetry is so dark and serious yet my other entries are so stupid and worthless of meaning XD I love contradictions!

I am not a beast of the darkness that is his home



I will not turn into him, a scathing imprint on humanity



My hands will never touch children against their own will



I will not be corrupted by lies and insecurity



A perfectly flawless world that he claims to be part of



I will think before I act, use caution when I speak



I will not destroy but I will create from this hate



The negativity that has plagued my life so far



It will not be the end of me, I will morph into more



A symbol of hope for the rest of my youth



For there is life after the pain and the tears!



There is more to this world than riddles and fears



A deeper meaning which has to be sought after



One that is challenged by the likes of him



Darkness has no place in life if it is ignored



I will not let it poison me with its sweet lies



The cycle can be broken and it will end with me



I will not succumb to this lack of carelessness



This ultimate act of perversion and selfishness!



The suffering is done, and it will be finished with me

The blood pours down to the floor in a rush

Painting the white tiles a deep crimson red

Loss of all senses is an inevitable fate

Everything you once considered real is now fake

My fingers are trembling in a rush from escape

How easy it was to destroy you, my friend

You lay dead in your own pool of blood

Eyes open to see all the sin unfold

But you were once so pretty, remember?

Before you became a monster, a whore

A creature of the ugliness that I could not adore

I wonder where you are now, my friend

Are you in heaven or in hell or some other place?

Perhaps to a land where your wings are silent

Where the demons devour the rest of your purity

Please understand, I had to do the best for you

You are no longer that ugly and cold hearted bitch

A sleeping angel that will never cheat and lie

That is what you have transformed into now

I will never leave your side, even after death

Until the night the stars stop shining luxuriously

When heaven meets hell and beyond

A loss of innocence that has been overlooked and ignored

Leads to a silent death that the girl cannot escape

It's trivial to her, how others fail to understand

Death is not measured by a heartbeat or breath

Emotions lead to shock and a blank state of mind

Wondering if this really matters, whether she lives or dies

Because she knows that her identity was stripped away

Stolen from her by force and torn into tiny shreds

Too unnoticeable for anyone to distinguish and pick apart

The blood is everywhere now, but she cannot cry

No matter how hard she tries to get rid of the pain

It stays latched inside of her like a parasite, feeding from her

Making her lay on the soft grass and stare at the moving sky

Nature comforts her in the midst of this monster's lie

He won't hurt her but he will take away her pride and respect

Not to mention the innocence that was quickly plucked aside

She doesn't understand the meaning behind it all

What does the spilled blood mean, and does it matter?

Her soul was tainted and ravaged by the beast that is man

Who will never apologize to her and will let her collapse

Until she is left with the darkness and his bold words

Her purity is gone and it will never come back

A silent death, otherwise known in a four letter word

One that most of you know far too well

But don’t have the courage and dignity to spell

My skin is on fire as I sit here playing with my toy

It has a beautiful edge to it, a blade like no other

The blood that has been spilled with it drips down my arm

Which is the very reason I feel so alive right now

My own blood is coursing through my veins in a rush

The warmth flows through my body and envelops me in calm

It keeps me safe and it harbors away the sinister demons

They beckon my call and tempt me with a promising future

Making me wish that they were true in the physical world

And not just some desirable thoughts in the pit of my mind

It makes me want to scream, to pluck them out of existence

My teeth bared, I make another incision on my left thigh

Leaving a trail of blood behind it and making me feel high

I watch as my precious toy bathes my pale skin in crimson red

As I feel the demons trying to devour me whole with rage

The shaking is inevitable, the tears now redundant

The demons are provoking me with their filthy black magic

They want me to break down and to give in to the sin

To go wild and watch my eyes scream out in blood lust

Death is what they want, and they want to see it all

The shock, the tears, the pleading, the blood, the gore

I am just their servant and I dare to languish like a whore!

Shame is prevalent inside of me, but it isn't enough to stop them

I am weak and I will never be able to win this waging war

Incensed, I throw the knife across the darkened room in despair

My fingers wipe away at the bleeding cut on my thigh carefully

Until there is enough for me to feed on anxiously in deep want

The blood is familiar, the flavor almost bland to my tongue

I have been using my blood to substitute the never ending lust

The craving for the sweet liquid that heightens day by day

My time is running out, I know that I will need to kill soon

In a matter of time I will be forced away from my solitude

Dropped among the horde of humans, I will hunt my prey

And shortly after become my own worst enemy

Every night I wake up to the same nightmare

The bed is soiled crimson red with blood

While the walls scream out in terrible vain

The voices are horrible and fill me with anguish

They want help, but how can I offer them relief?

When I can't even control my own dreams!

The painful reality is far too grim for me to accept

I am the lover of blood and the deliverance of death

My dreams painting a scene that I furiously detest

I am no murderer, I am not a monster or a thing

I deny my existence as a cold blooded killer

The truth is too ugly for me to acknowledge

So I filter my mind with other innocent thoughts

Ones that deceive others of my real state of mind

You see, I don't kill with knives or any fancy instrument

All I have to do is silence them with my tongue

Words can cut deeper than a blade, if done correctly

Something I have practiced to the point of perfection

The pain that I hide inside is hollow and deep

Yet it transcends to others in a way I cannot imagine

It brings them onto their knees in front of me!

As if I hold the key behind all the secrets of the world

Which is why the dreams taunt me to the edge

The world of self destruction is within my grasp

If only I can embrace my dreams and forget the past

They are so pure and just with hearts filled of gold

But underneath it all they are scum just like the rest of the world

Praying to a God that even they cannot understand

They dare to talk about evil as if they are saints under his command

The smiles on their faces are cold and come from a dark place

The actions they commit forcing them to push away from the rest

Until they look so idiotic that it makes their hearts turn into ashes

They are no longer here but their promises still sting

Like a tiny pin that has been forced onto the skin, again and again

Be weary of the righteous people, for they are only fooling themselves

The worst action to be done, an untold blasphemy

Do not trust them, for they are excellent deceivers

They will use you and abuse you until they are satisfied

Sucking your energy and happiness until you are void of it all

Left with nothing but a hollow heart that beats but does not feel

They will look at you straight in the face and will lie without a blink

The message they send out is loud and clear for any to see

Become one of them and become a prisoner of their own God

One which they cannot fully understand but manipulate

They live a fake life, and for that they will suffer one day

Demons in disguise, don't let them enchant you with sweet promises

For they are filled with poison and doubt, a death wish

Being untrue is not an act of holiness, but one of blasphemy

No God can ever save them from themselves

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caaeivl
07:01 Jul 28 2010

this one reminds me of my bible-thumping grandmother. you see the true features of their facade.

excellent.

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