Criminals Inside Us

There's too much blood

On the ground

On some faces

On those hands

In our bodies

Beating mischief-maker, full of bountiful crimson

Beating bastards exist inside us

Living on as if they had done nothing

But work and work and work

And beat and beat and beat endlessly

Red, vascular miscreants don't know of half the damage they do

They reap the blood they sew and course into veins

Such Indian givers those bastards are

So careless in its emotional destruction

So many chased after my heart, only wanting my body

Just to tossed it back when they got what they wanted

My beating scoundrel, my heart

So much spilled blood

Smells of iron chemical baths filled with deceit

I'm not careful with due to my lack of controlled anger

Goddamn beating rascal, leave me be

I keep telling you I don't want to feel these things

The anger, the happy, the hope, the emotions

So many dare seem to cherish those that rot and die so quick

I can't ignore that they are so short lived for me

Only so the plasma doesn't fall

Only so the rooms aren't painted rogue

Red is the tears your hearts surging out

But my heart is starting to empty of it's soul

From all the many maroon streams that are now dripping dry

It's cutting close where I might not even feel like living

But only existing for the thrill of thronging rose

Out of the ones who so dare use their emotions on me

Only bloodlust fuels my mind now

Snatching at your arteries

Me, ripping at nothing but tubes of life source

The smells of iron chemical baths with a coating deceit

God, does your blushed skin and floor make me feel euphoric...

I've cut slits in another heart just for fun again

Well, I guess the good-for-nothing shouldn't have cracked a smile...

There's so much blood on the ground

On some faces

On these hands  

In, your, bodies

Beating bastard stop bleeding

Simply stop pulsating

I don't like being tortured

The seeping burns like hell's depths screaming for a savior

Looking for my god in the one I shamelessly love but no

You have to carry her

Like everyone else, be her mule like you're supposed to

You can't do wrong when you serve heartlessly, fuck!

You fucked up again beating bastard!

I'm supposed to be responsible and you made me the needy one

Now she can walk out the door you made me fucking open

You tore her family apart with your greed

The owner of you; my rising sun and late night texting

Scare, yell, and get angry because nothing goes right

It's always our fault

I keep trying not to feel anything

Just throw my heart into the pit of obliteration  

So maybe then I'll adjust to the numbness

Transforming into the next apocalyptic accident

Just for view but not a hassle to keep

I can't do anything but infect

So maybe keep your distance baby

Beating bastard this is your fault but our mess

My mess, my messy decisions and ignorance

I'm told to be careful with you

But I fucking hate you!

You only make me cry blood for my loved ones

Only the owner of my beating bastard makes those cells fall

Me lacking the sincerity for saltwater tears

My eyes swell from the torture of feeling

It burns when I bleed like this

And all I can say is "I'm sorry"

I can't fix it

I can't change anything

I can't, breathe when this happens

I'm suffocating in my red abyss

Screeches bellowing from my lungs as I drown

I'm bleeding so much for you through my eyes and cuts

I'm killing myself slowly for her who is only worthy

But I don't know how to make it all stop

Take back her hurt, her mother’s harsh words

Take back my obsessive feelings

I flooded her home with my bullshit

And now she’s the one swimming in my confessions

The owner of my beating bastard

Hurt me back so that way I'll cry more

I promise I’ll be good from now on

Just tug and yank out my heart strings until you tired

Rip apart every vein and artery until there’s nothing left

Crush my heart in your hand as if your life would become eternal

You bring me so much unbelievable

Unrequited; self-devoted

Relentless; undefined

Unforgettably, addictive peace and joy

But without you getting a taste of deserved despair as my repent

The beating bastard is all I can ever offer to you,

My life source is all I can give to you now.