Blood drops hit the floor.
Falling from my skin.
From the cuts I made my self.
From my broken heart.
Feelings that are all to real.
Tarring me apart.
Monstrous thoughts are in my head.
Telling me to depart.
So I sit in my room.
Watching the blood fall from my broken skin.
im gone.
im dead.
im lifeless.
now.
i feel my haert.
its stoped its beating.
now.
the pain.
inside it burns it swells.
i feel at lest my mind give in.
now.
as i walk threw the vally of death i will fear no evil.
but my self.
that i will fear.
for i do not know how to live with out you.
now.
and i fear my self for what i might do.
not to you.
but to myslef.
i fera the knife.
that i hold.
so close.
its blade.
is sharp.
and its point is dull.
i think ill end it now and i start to push.
but then the pain it causes me.
to drop the knif and watch me self bleed.
with out you.
im nothing.
with out you.
im dead.
wiht out you.
im worthless.
i wahant you out of my head.
but you dont leav.
you stay and stare.
as the blood gose down my arme.
i swaer i love you still but you cant see.
im better off dead cuse i dont mean shit now.
my life is never ending.
my soul is never mending.
my haert is allway breaking.
my mind is allways saking.
and it is filld iwht toughts.
of death.
of suicide.
of dieing.
of pain.
you've fucked me up so bad in side.
you'll never feel my pain.
as you sit thaer with you'r new guy.
i hope he gives you what you deserv.
but me im slowly dieing.
and i still cant stop crying.
i haert is all but broken.
so heres my las token.
as i step in to death boat.
he starts to take me whaer i belong.
To Hell.
for all the pain iv fellt.
hell couldint be much worse,
Deception,
Deceit,
Lies.
Fear,
Hate.
It is all tied.
Together.
When you look into the eyes of a mortal man.
You will see all those things.
Jumbled together in that tiny little mind.
That they all think is so complex.
But if they spent one day as me they would not be able to handle my thoughts.
My past.
And all that I have done.
They would surely not understand.
What I have become.
I have shared the blood of the gods.
I have had the blood of the wicked.
It tasted so very good.
I have had the blood of the innocent.
So very sweet it was.
And none of them would understand.
What I have become.
Or what i have to be.
(not one of my best but one of my oldest)
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