wordsofdeath

Tears fall on my shoulder. Caused by him. Unknown by him. Innocent tears. Scared tears. Her tears.

Mother... where have you gone? You've left me to sit here and wait, Just wait to join you... wherever you are. But... how will I know how to get there? You left me no map, no directions... Just a tape recording your lullabye... Father... why did you let it happen, If you were just gonna leave too? I have nobody now... and all you left me Was a depressing old memory, And a tape recording of a spoken goodbye... Auntie... did you follow my mother? Did you finally find she went? And if so... If only you could bring her back... But... you can't and you know it... you told me yourself... So why couldn't you just wait for me?

I can't sleep Because I'm thinking of you. And I know this will turn out A terrible mess, But I've just gotta say, You truly are the best. The best girlfriend and friend, The best girl that I know, You're everything.... just everything You are my world. And well.... I love you, girl. Another night of no sleep And I really should say, I have no idea what I should say. By now it's three days, And I got for what I payed.... and I know it was all me, And I never said these words, count of three.... I love you. And I don't know what to do. Should I try to be cute? Or should I remain mute? Third night of writing and fourth without sleep.... Letti

 I wipe away the tears. I conquer all your fears. I listen when you talk, I've never tried to walk Away, I never do. Baby, how I love you. You aughta know I do. I've always helped you out. Been there without a doubt. I cannot see just how, You do not know by now You should have seen.... Baby, you're everything, Yes, everything to me. I know you better than All of those guys who claim To love you so much more Yet soon they're walking out the door And can't you see? Baby, you're everything to me. I love you more than them combined. Yet you still refuse to see.... The guy you wish for, He is me.

Love, my dear, is not a rose With thorns to cause one pain, And wilting leaves that do not last, A flower sure to die. Nor is love a burning flame, Destroying all it touch, Leaving you with nothing but A smoldering pile of ash. And, of course, love is not a bird Which soon may fly away, While you remain upon the the ground Alone with empty hand and heart. Love, true love, will last you long And never leave lonely, Love will never harm you, dear, But keep you safe from all. Love has not a metaphor To do it proper justice, So why not leave it as it is, And say love is.... No more than love.

A hunger. A yearning. A taste for blood. A taste for pain. Dreaming of the blade As it cuts through flesh, Ripping it apart And watching the blood Begin to seep Up and out of the trench. The seering pleasure Of cold metal And the ecstatic rush Of warm blood. Everything surfaces. Everything which has bubbled inside For months on end. Released by the blade Which you hold. Released in a sticky red Flow. Through pain releasing pain. The pain you now feed off. Your secure partner. It is more than a drug. It is more than an addiction. It is life for you. It is a tool. It is what feeds you and Keeps the monster inside at bay.