life in all it's intricacies.

the warm ever living sun turns away from me in disgust.
not even the moonlight shines on me tonight.

your touch is like poison,
it leaves burns marks on my skin.
for all to see how unclean I truly am...

will you be the voice I follow out of this darkened hell?
cause I'm tired of blooded knee's
and scabbed over walls
that express my true inner self

you look so beautiful today
it pains me that you got dressed up
not for me
but to wear white

there are only two tragedies in life
not getting what you want
and getting it

patience is a virtue, but so is a strong sword arm

today I really just want to let loose

this blood taste like human

i really could use a drink
and
someone to touch me

need to find inspiration again

my soul came back
the moment you walked through that door
again

i may not understand much
but I understand enough
to know your curves fit mine
all too well

i don't get you
you say you love me
that I'm the one that truly matters
yet you still hold hands with the one
that causes my pain

is it wrong
that all I want to do is keep you safe
from the one that hurt you too...
if its for you
i will never be sorry...

better a killer
than a victim

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