Misery.Its dark,I'm lost,my demonsno longer guide me.Burn a lightand try tofind me.
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
Give Me a Portrait.Paint me without aface,because I'm sure youdon't remember mineanyway.
stupid youth.my lungs whispered and asked the smoketo danceto the sound of your slurred voicesinging off keyto whatever song came on the radio.i'm sure the stars looked down on usin amusementas we laughed and ran about that dying meadowin the ides of october.there's something bordering on nostalgiai feel for that scuffed leather jacketyou always wear.but maybe it's just dreaming.and when we finally started back homewe could have diedand for once in our livesit would have been with smiles on our faces.i wonder what the coroner would havethought.
Art Hurts.I fell in lovewith a painteronce,who loved his artmore than anythingelse.A painter fell in lovewith a poetonce,but I focused on my artmore than anythingelse.We never had timeto love each otherbecause canvas and parchmentlured us away.We only metwhen I would sit for a portrait,or he would pose for a poem.Love is such a prettymuse,but the pain,of which we had an abundance,forged art so profoundand truethat it's a wonderwe're both stillalive.
spell winter for me.and i'm okay with being a ghost,if you're the housei get to haunt.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,A plot unfurling from your touch,And poetry in your eyes.You speak with golden glory,Into sentences of hate,And promises of lies.You are the bookI never had the words to write.
You Kill Me the Way Books Do.You are all literatureis to me,your mind encompasses thebeautyof the whole earth.Your gentle eyesnarrate the greatest storynever told,and your ivory touchwrites the perfect poem.When you smile you area prince,adorned by golden crowns.When you cry you becomethe tragic hero,the martyr of the play.You are all the wordsthat fill each book,and I am the humble readerjust wishing you knew Iexist.
Thanks for the Kill.Closed eyesAnd bleeding lips.Broken bonesAnd crumpled spirits.Fractured truthsAnd dagger wordsDying heartsAnd falling thoughts.I’m dead,How am I still alive?
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
NightmareAwake, shaken;your dark breathstill on the surfaceof my thought.
21_EngMass hypnosis! Hand of doom!Global slavery! No tune!Mass Hypnosis! Grand Illusion!Global Slavery! Diffusion! \/\/\/Social networks, all around,on the streets, a muted crowdToo much sex, we talk around,but the kiss so hard to foundBeauty contests for the dogs!Souls unborn, Our babies lost!Plastic surgeries for grands!Children raped by their dads!Take your pill, It's what you need,Take your pill and you will sleep.Now get in! Into your cage!And don't try to turn the page!You can't live as you will,a whistling up and stay stillThere is nothing to decide,It is only their sideStop to talk! Don't even feel!Did you pay every bill?They're everywhere, They hear!They're far, but so near! \/\/\/Mass hypnosis! Hand of doom!Global slavery! No tune!Mass Hypnosis! Grand Illusion!Global Slavery! Diffusion!
.love like thunder;make yourself known
ShareShare my Breath with your Smile,Share my Dreams with your Light,Share my Dark with your Beauty,Share my Dance with your Fire,Share my Scream with your Silence,Share my Pain with your Flesh,Share my Love with your Eyes.
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.
Who and WhyWho are you? I am me.Why are you? Because I can.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
LiliyaBright-eyed,bird-bonedwhisper girl;dark-dressed,moon-backedmistress of light.
you can't have the world.i never meant to make youhate me; i only wantedyou not tolove me.
I Never Was, I'll Never BeI Never Was A Good Whore.I Fall In Love With Poor Guys,but that's ok, I'm Used To MySelf.Once One Of These Guys Was Also In Love With Me.Not From The Beginning,but after the third meetinghe finally accepted our truth.And I was Happy and He was Happy!!!When He was coming To Our Fourth Meeting,he had an accident with his bike.I Never Was A Good Whore.I Never Was,I'll Never Be.
I Fucked Your Mind, SorryI'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You,but I'm a sick bastardthat cannot stay away from you.Nothing less,Nothing more,I cannot let it go,I will not harm you.What I'm Going Through, It's Not Your Fault.What You're Going Through, It's Not My Fault.The moment I was bittenby the crazy dog you hired,I realized that my crazy lovehas fucked your mind.It passed a long timesince then,but you can't recover.I'm Sorry I Loved You,I'm Sorry I Love You.
It Wasn't MeI felt such a shamethat I found you lovelywhen you were crying.I know you can't forgive me,but please at least rememberthat It Wasn't Mewho made you cry.
Name testA girl that lies to you about her name,she may hide something or she may wantsomething of yours.A girl that shares her real nameeither she wants nothingor she wants everything from you.
Eros is WarEros is WarI just love youand I just need to confess it to you,every night, every day, every hour.I just love youand I just need to see you,every night, every day, every hour,Even though you ignored me,like I wasn't there.Ignoring... the worst thing.But I was lucky,lucky enough, to scare you.You must know that I didn't want this,but I was lucky,and you started a war.All this time I was fighting myself.At last you became my enemyand now I have a chance,because you know; Eros is War.
She's a seducerI'm not a good whore,I am the best whore!!!She's a seducer.
Story Time.You are an open bookIn a language that I cannotRead.