

Murder's VictimBuilding my coffin with each word, A kiss to put me in,Murder's Victim
A smile to close it shut. A bitter end knows its place, Six feet deep in your heart. Placed and forgotten. Only love a knife can retrieve. It only hurt just a bitter promise, It only killed every part of me.


WingsRunning with wings of lead wide open, Hoping to break apart from you. Looking back i see another angel falling, On this razors reflection i see them calling. Its time for the moment our eyes will meet, The time when my heart will cease to beat. Tattered wings nailed into your lies, You brought about my sweet demise.Wings


Love is a LieAs to why i can't feel your arms around my back, Can you remove the knife please? You missed my heart but you can have another try. Stab me where you know love is a lie Could you believe what we had was real? You were quick to fall and for what reason? A simple question you can answer with a simple lie of love.Love is a Lie


a gentle relapse of painMy eyes burn with tears full of lonliness... of the feeling that i was left behind and somehow dont fit in with your new life. Every moment full of bliss we shared... came back to bight me in the end. Every second we laughed in the past now relapses with pain... Being apart makes our relationship stronger. But memories only remind usa gentle relapse of pain
of what we dont have any longer.


Steal Her HeartSteal her heart She’s not a child Let your thoughts Drive you wild Clouded judgment Insane bliss She’ll keep you guessing With every kiss Pull her tight Into your arms Protect her from Worldly harms Steal her heart A million times The love reflects In her eyes.Steal Her Heart


You're the one who diesTears of rage Burn inside Long since The pain has died Cut me with those blades You so graciously supplied Laughing at all those times Gifted with your lies All the things we shared All those priceless bribes Wrap your barbed wire around my bleeding heart Squeeze it tight Fade from your demise In the end You’re the one who dies.You're the one who dies


Exhaustion...a shadow of a pleaExhaustion...
its a virus of the setting sun this is much more than a simple disease
demon smiles with glee
angel shows worry all in a lovely battle over me look straight ahead..the clock shows three
a dire need for many more than me the costs are as high as the heavens staring as the moon ignites these trees look at the clock...only half past 11
waiting wanting behind eyes of green open..close...wasting more time than earned like a broken record another flash of the clock...three now children they ask us again what have we learned
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"On balance life is suffering, and only the very young or very foolish imagine otherwise."
-George Orwell
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