Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Obliteration Of A Life

Standing over your lifeless corpse
I relish in what I have done
As I look into your now vacant eyes
I wonder if this is what I've become
A deluge of hate wases over me
Like the flood of blood at my feet

All I hear are your cries for mercy
Just before I take this blade
And slit your throat

As you silently bleed out
I begin the dismemberment
The screams from your eyes
Now louder than your voice once was

Tears stream down your face
A futile attempt to wash away the blood
Nothing left for you to do
But wait for it to end

But I wont stop stabbing
'Til you stop bleeding
The end of your life
Brings the beginning of mine

Finally, I am alive.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Fucked up & Dying.

we are all fucked up and we are all dying
we are all getting fucked up and we are all lying
only honest to one and only in the silence of there empty four walls
we are wishing things could change
we are wishing thay could understand
only at the end of the night i am left with an empty hollow in my chest, left longing for more
only at the end of the night i dissolve once again into the sheets and i am left to wonder if you think about the fleeting moments of connection as often as i do.

Scars

there will be a scar on my arm for everyday we do not speak.
a scar to show how much you mean to me and how much this hurts me too.
but you will never know because i will never show.
and you will never understand
because words will forever fall short to convey what lays behind these hazel eyes.

Lady Morphine

lade morphine, bearer of bad dreams and less pain,
come visit me once more.
i long for your scent to fill my nostrils,
and your skin against mine.
exhale your death into my lungs,
fill me with your essence.
rattle around inside my ribs,
crawl up and down my spine.
seep into my brain,
absorb into each and every cell.
coat the walls of my veins,
end this insurmountable pain.
draw the curtains on my final act,
step back and watch as i fade into the blackness below.