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His Suicide
Oh, God. Oh my God…
Look at the blood. Look at his face.
A million times I've tried to stop it,
But now I'm just too late.

"I'm not here to say that
This was life's fault.
I was always a burden,
But mostly to myself.
Don't worry, I was dead
Way before I was born.
But sorry I let you down,
Even though I've sworn,"

Look at the blood. Look at his face.
A million times I've tried to stop it,
But now I'm just too late.
Just if I could have said goodbye…
Just if I could have said it one last time…

"'Don't follow the wrong river,
Or you'll never make it to the sea,'
Is what you've always said
When you were look
We Die TonightThe cracks are covered with cellophane.
The hope is always out of reach.
And good memories seem to be
The only thing we can never keep.

The louder the scream, the less the sting,
Stopped working years ago.
So now our fractured lives hang in the air
And a note is left so our death is clear.

(Sleeping pills and masking tape
Surround us on the bed.
Coal burners and briquettes
Dance around in my head.)

Burning, keep on burning in the room
Then you'll find sleep comes easy
When your dreams are gone, too.
The hope is always out of reach,
So lay to rest as the door is closed.
Lick your lips for our last kiss.
Finally, we've made
SorrowI'm running out of hope for now,
Breaking through all we've known.
Boarded windows hide the past
And bandages don't seem to last.

One day, we can leave
But we'll just wait and see.
All those times we've felt nothing,
Now have ripped the seams.

We've faded away into the air.
Two lifeless souls and none to care.
I feel invisible in my own world
My head created to crumble.
ApocalypseRest away my friend.
The sun doesn't love no more.
When the day comes for the end,
The darkness inside will remain the same.

Who do I feel sorry for?
The people will kill and the rain will pour.
Who am I to save a life?
Is one soul worth the price?

I don't know anymore...

I don't know anymore...
Therapy Doesn't Always Help CuttingAnother wave goodbye out of an additional office
With an over-comfortable sinking couch
And decorations hiding the purpose of the room,
When the room is there for torture.

"Have you had suicidal thoughts?"
"Is there any history of drug or alcohol abuse?"
"Do you feel like hurting yourself or someone else?"
The questions are always the same.
And according to routine, I politely answer with a "Yes."

It's a boring but easy task
Until they approach that one single question,
"Why do you cut yourself?"
When it is me who should ask.
Every time there's that lingering silence
And he or she looks up at me from their paper
But as usual, I
AddictionTake a step into my dreams
In a world where the weak can't sleep
My heart ripping at the seams
I can't help but to drop to my knees and weep
All those unfortunate souls
Being tortured inside-out
Then each head rolls
Down the mountain to my throat

Tear it open in a disappearing room
If this is Hell, it's not too bad
When the waves are floating through your veins
Then we forget everything
Once again comes the cycle
Of drooping eyes and weary will-power
Then head first in an empty pool
-The creatures come to collect each hour

I drink the wine that tastes like metal
On my throne of knives and insides
Everyone's a king in this
U
AbuseThere's nothing I want more than…
To feel your flesh rip around the blade in my hand
And your blood flowing through your shirt.
Only then will the shock in your eyes come to realize
You are the only one who really deserves to die.

As I stare deep into the mirror
I always ask,
"Why do you put up with this?"
Why do I put up with this?

Beating won't make me younger and I can't be unborn.
What do you want out of the names you call me?
Do you expect me to accept them?

Maybe next time
When I finally fall asleep,
I won't wake up.
Will that make you happy?
(I know it'd make me happy)

We may be alike in many ways
But I'll never
I'm The PredatorI killed him!

Closed doors everywhere.
People talking, people laughing,
Do they know?

"Blah, blah, blah..."
"Ha, ha, ha..."

I stand away from the scattering
Assembly of walking meat.
My jaws are tightening; chattering
At the sight of them staring at me.

"Oh, ho, ho,"
I'm laughing on the inside.

They're the prey and I'm the predator,
And they don't know.
They're the prey and I'm the predator,
And they don't know.

On a bench is where I'm sitting
Like everyone else.
With a "Good day," I smile and wave,
Because life is beautiful.

"Blah, blah, blah..."
"Ha, ha, ha..."
The children are playing.

"Blah, blah, blah..."
"Ha, ha,
GhostSlowly wading through the dark waters
In the shallow tide where the moonlight
Would gently kiss her feet,
She looked towards the shore up at me
And said,
"The time will soon arrive to when you
Become just like me."

Then she disappeared.
A Memory Unable to EraseThe cracks reaching to our
Hearts down the walls
The stains on the old hotel's bathroom floor
Won't ever allow me to let go

Love is so ambiguous isn't it?
Just one word you said so isolated
Like it was just us against the world
Which it always was and always will be

That was the only thing that was certain
The only thing alive and real
Yet you threw it all away
For merely a selfish feeling

Then all of the emotions spun out of control
So you left as quick as a light switch
Turning your life off without one word
Breaking your promise and now, so am I

I remember the last time you said,
"I love you."
It's like running from rain
Who Is She?In the corner
With an unlit cigarette,
She gently stares to the ground
Walking through the alleyway.

No one's there,
Just her and her thoughts.
With teary eyes,
Silently crying to herself.

All those personal questions
We'd somehow get around
Leaves me thinking,
"Who will I become?"

And I thought the sun was
Beautiful before you tore it down...
Nothing ever goes the way you want it,
So don't tell me that one day it will.

The sun goes down,
But she can't tell.
Her memories black out
The present that is Hell.

But it's all the same.
The phrase, "family" died.
Long ago and far away
Are the choices she can make.

Now can you
I Am The Devil(I'll shed your tears if you let me...)

The needle sinks deeper every time.
Sepsis met past, and friends then die.

One to the left hand and one to the right hand,
Comes the pattern of God taking their lives.

Will she be ready for another theft?
One day, there will be no one left.
My time is soon, so should I repent?
The only way out is to put my heart up for rent.

I hold up a sign saying, "USE ME."
I'm for free, so take me.

Slow down, calm now...
There's no need for a self-to-self show-down.
Don't swear, don't scream!
"It wasn't me!" in my head I always plead.

...but I don't mind.
I don't mind.
(Ha, ha, ha…)

The needle
Mixed EmotionsAll of my favorite things burst into one emotion.
I can't control these sensations

All my passions and pleasures
Flare like wildfire among my fantasies

The thought is warm, sinful, and cuddly
Like a child who is afraid to leave their toys

But my body can't stand just one touch
I need it everywhere, so this feels real

Ooh, it's like sinking my teeth into a luscious fruit
Just one taste won't satisfy

Ah, how I'd love to die
Senses rupture like sexual desire

Your hands up my thighs are the same as
The icy touch of a blade through my flesh

If I walked through fire, I doubt I'd
Feel anything at all, if I feel like this

A succubus
If Life Was An OceanWhen the world sinks down under
All the painful memories
Of the cold water

I don't want to think of the past
And all her remedies
That would never last

Who you see is just a soulless silhouette
With a transparent heart and glossy regret
The weight is heavy with no redemption
"I guess it's time to test the tension."

You sought gold

Take me home
The hook's still holding on
But the anchor continues to pull me down
Bring me home, bring me home

As time goes by, I've come to find
Myself gradually rotting away

Old memories tugging at my skin
And bad decisions decaying my inner strength

It was all a test you say
But then why am I
Thinking Of The EndOnce again, I'm sinking
Back into the shadows.
Seeing through red eyes
So it seems…

The moon is tainted
From black and white to crimson
Where all colors
Slowly fade away.

And like the light,
All the feelings have gone.

All my feelings are gone…

Like you and I are gone…

I stood above the raining clouds
Until we switched places
And now I'm further down.
Death was only thoughts
And memories.
Now we regret what we've got
In return…

Into the light,

Into the Hellfire,

Into the dark…

Into the light,

Into the Hellfire,

Into the dark…
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Two to knock him cold.
Three for the heck of it.
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(And then leaves the light)
I keep the door open
As I'm beating him
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Ever so slightly pouting her soft lips
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Volume enriched hair, she lets tangle in the wind
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Her black lashes nor her seducing glare
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In a world where the weak can't sleep
My heart ripping at the seams
I can't help but to drop to my knees and weep
All those unfortunate souls
Being tortured inside-out
Then each head rolls
Down the mountain to my throat

Tear it open in a disappearing room
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Then we forget everything
Once again comes the cycle
Of drooping eyes and weary will-power
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On my throne of knives and insides
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Never Enough

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The silence is slowly ringing louder
And I've never felt so alone.
If we had time,
Maybe I could say what's on my mind…

The darkness inside
Is darker than black
And the anger I say
Is always pure rage.
The feelings I seem
Are surely more mean…

What I say seems to be never enough
To understand the emotions
Flowing through me.
Through my veins, through my blood,
Through my past, and through my love.
Love is never enough.
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!LilRedWagon Aug 15, 2012
JS: HELLO! .... You write SO WELL! .... However, this OLD geezer has to say he gets DEPRESSED reading most of your writings .... SIGHS .... SO YOUNG you are .... GIVE LIFE TIME ... THIS TOO SHALL PASS ... .My BEST always ... LRW.
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