You began it: I can't end it.Is my heart truly so black?There is no respect;There is no love.Is my heart truly so black,That the story is meaningless?Others have now heard,Others have now known.Is my heart truly so black,That the story is meaningless?My emotions already are...I hear "I love you",You hear "You too".Is my heart truly so black,That the story is meaningless?My emotions already are...Have I lead myself to insanity?Because of you: I am insane.Because of me: I am insane.
'Quake CriesEvery trembleFeels like aTop magnitudeEaRtHqUaKe!These tears tearAcross the landsOf my being,Barelling downGlass buildings.Ravaged atopRough terrain,These quakesTear me down.
Distant Lie.It isn't true without a touch.
ContemplationNothing is more beautifulThan when insanity loves insanity.(Aside from, perhaps,The chaos we can create together.)
(Emotional Relapse)Last night, I wrote a poem.When I put my pencil down,I turned my body overAnd tried to suffocate myselfWith my pillows.My heart began to thud,My head began to pound,My body began to give, &My lungs began to breathe.Last night, I wrote a poem.I answered my own question,A simple little prompt:"What is your darkest secret?" -And my past returned.I uncovered blocked memories,I uncovered emotional pain,I uncovered rediscovered loss, &I uncovered a hurtful past.Last night, I wrote a poem.One's past never ceases to haunt.My childhood that I refuseTo ever go back and relive...It won't let me go.I thought I had criedMy very last tear,I thought I had triedMy very last time.
Why I Don't Cry.Do you think it's beautifulWhen I'm emotionless?The way the pain doesn't hurt,The way the idea makes me smile...Do you think death is beautifulWhen it's someone close?They move on to great elsewhere,They leave, but it should be expected.Isn't it just beautifulWhen you can smile at life?Death shouldn't hurt us forDeath remembers the living.
Happy Birthday [Vent] As everyone finishes singing the last few syllables to the song, as they all begin to applaud you in anticipation, you'll lean over the start to your death. The flames on the candles will flicker in a beautiful sense of chaos as you drape over them. Before your breath wipes them out, they'll flare a little more - and that will be the death of you. As icing-covered chocolate happiness becomes a dark, waxy mess you'll see never see. You'll burn. The flames will have found you by the shirt, pulled you close like you did to that little boy on the bus. He'll seek his revenge on you through the power of flame. And for every person whose soul you took a piece of - they'll take a piece of yours. One by one, they'll all go down with you. Ablaze, you'll run from your party, leaving flame in your tracks. "Friends" will try and save you, getting burned in the process - punishment for every time they followed your actions for a simple laugh. [In fact, just outside the window... You'll
Zombi-LoveWatch deterioration& The collapse of a heart;Hear the beating& The start of a new.Fresh-fingers lacedBetween skeletal bones,Warm flesh intertwinesWith coldening decay.The air carriesWhispers of the dead:They all speak,"Love to our end."
Simple AdorationSkeletal fingers lace& Intertwine inA sweet nightmare.