Drunk on love,
Sounds kinda silly, doesn’t it?
They mush, the kisses, the sex.
Wait, the SEX?!!!
Who the hell said anything about sex?!!!
Well, I guess it would be nice…
Hm…..
Lets NOT talk to mom about this,
Yeah, it wouldn’t be good….
That would just be the like time…
Shut up!
Urg…
Drunk on love hm…?
I guess so…I don’t really know or care anymore.
Good, don’t.
But why?!!
You can get hurt, it’s not like you haven’t been before…
Shut up!
Well…it’s true…
I told you to shut up!
Fine!
Oooohhh….he’s so cute.
Behave.
Who asked you?
I AM you.
Shut up.
Is that the word of the day?
Go to hell.
Then you’re coming with me.
I hate you.
Then you hate you.
Ok, stop it. He’s coming.
Be careful, I’m going to sleep.
You do that.
That was the last time I was in my human body. My soul went to heaven, as my heart went to hell.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
The cold truths of life.
A cold bond that hold us,
As the cruel sheets of snow reign,
And my stronghold falls.
As the cruel sheets of snow reign,
And my stronghold falls.
Tears that rip my face,
Strengthen the loss of life,
My life hangs by a thread.
Hold me together,
Remind me why I love you,
And hold me again.
A moonlit rose bleeds,
As my heart cries out to you,
And you leave me here.
I am falling away,
That only your eyes can save,
And hold together.
Laughs that string my heart,
Cherish me forevermore,
Breathe life into me again.
Wasted living child,
I wish I was gone and dead,
Take me by my hand.
You try to kill me,
I will not lose,
To your little tricks.
My pain kills my soul,
And bloodless lips upon skin,
Dance alike fire.
Sleeping children away,
Mothers rock away their dreams,
And the breathing stops.
Strengthen the loss of life,
My life hangs by a thread.
Hold me together,
Remind me why I love you,
And hold me again.
A moonlit rose bleeds,
As my heart cries out to you,
And you leave me here.
I am falling away,
That only your eyes can save,
And hold together.
Laughs that string my heart,
Cherish me forevermore,
Breathe life into me again.
Wasted living child,
I wish I was gone and dead,
Take me by my hand.
You try to kill me,
I will not lose,
To your little tricks.
My pain kills my soul,
And bloodless lips upon skin,
Dance alike fire.
Sleeping children away,
Mothers rock away their dreams,
And the breathing stops.
To Turn To Dark
A cold tear of regret rips apart the tender cells of my anatomy,
As the crystal shards of ice pierce my mind.
A continuous stabbing in my heart makes my head pound with shame.
In, pull, out, in, pull, out, in, pull, out.
A mosquito’s whining is compared small to this feeling.
I know it’s just trying to get under my skin.
Cold, damp memories haunt the moldy corners of my rusted mind,
As the pain neck of insanity bares it throat of submission to me.
Temptation is strong,
But am I really that willing to throw away all I have built for that one tiny taste?
The sweet, savory veins pump under the paled skin and taunt flesh.
My eyes roam the neck of long lost memories,
Knowing that if they feast on the outside sight,
The inside can be much better tasting.
Fingers trail the flesh that is oh-so-knowing-to-taste-good,
But I stop.
Is it really worth it all?
My mouth waters as the flittering memories of better times pulse under those veins,
Only if they aftermath wouldn’t be so painful.
I turn away, only to be called back again.
The throat’s still bared,
And impulsively, I dive in.
The sweet tasting memories are better than I remembered.
My journey was to an end,
And I knew what was coming next.
My eyes spring to life again as the painful memories build up and the painful tugging at my chest begins to re-open the wound I tried so hard to heal.
And I know it is over.
No matter how fast I run,
Nor how hard I try,
Those memories of you,
Will never, ever, ever,
Leave this insanity alone.
As the crystal shards of ice pierce my mind.
A continuous stabbing in my heart makes my head pound with shame.
In, pull, out, in, pull, out, in, pull, out.
A mosquito’s whining is compared small to this feeling.
I know it’s just trying to get under my skin.
Cold, damp memories haunt the moldy corners of my rusted mind,
As the pain neck of insanity bares it throat of submission to me.
Temptation is strong,
But am I really that willing to throw away all I have built for that one tiny taste?
The sweet, savory veins pump under the paled skin and taunt flesh.
My eyes roam the neck of long lost memories,
Knowing that if they feast on the outside sight,
The inside can be much better tasting.
Fingers trail the flesh that is oh-so-knowing-to-taste-good,
But I stop.
Is it really worth it all?
My mouth waters as the flittering memories of better times pulse under those veins,
Only if they aftermath wouldn’t be so painful.
I turn away, only to be called back again.
The throat’s still bared,
And impulsively, I dive in.
The sweet tasting memories are better than I remembered.
My journey was to an end,
And I knew what was coming next.
My eyes spring to life again as the painful memories build up and the painful tugging at my chest begins to re-open the wound I tried so hard to heal.
And I know it is over.
No matter how fast I run,
Nor how hard I try,
Those memories of you,
Will never, ever, ever,
Leave this insanity alone.
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