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Scream


I just want to scream at you and your lovely face.

I want to scream at you

and you 

and you

and you 

I want to tear the demesnions so the clouds hide under the sea

I want the devil to shine by my side

I want to rip your face as I lie

I want to scream until blood comes out of your ear.

I've got tangled in thorns

You left me there to bleed

I realized the devil was the color of my blood.

He was what made me alive

I turned and welcomed the sin

I breathed the must from the air

I looked at freakin porn

and lived the thrill

I cussed at the world for tearing my mind down

I looked at you and saw a side I never welcomed

I welcomed it

it disgusted me, but the world saw it nuetral

it was okay

I tried to sing the verses until your lips ended upon mine

I tried to drag your shirt over your head and my silken body over your lap

I tried to sing words as I undressed my chest

I breathed in and curled my hands in your hair

You left before I could pause this scene inside my head

I trusted you 

but I was the one who broke it for going with the world

with everyones voice who rang with "okay"

Why does everyone leave

why can no one accept 

I wanted to get hyped

but then I was left in that pit of tourament

the one that caused me to be like the world

apparently you don't like the world

but think of all the things I learned to do.

Think of all the voices and actions we could've done

Maybe I just wanted to ride your lap, but boy did I want your soul

I knew purity

I wanted it 

I tried

and tried.

Thousands of thoughts and workds and everything later

I belonded in the dump

used for what I couldn't accept and change

I just wanted love

not lust 

but our culture is built on lust

so what is love?

I had found someone who had love, but did they really?

they left me because I had lust.

If they would've stayed, it would be called love

is there such a thing as love?

I want to sing it to you in the shower

I want to bathe you with kisses

I want to let the air of our tilted cold room tickle your body

I want my ever so sweet lips to caress yours

I want to believe it could be.

But after what I've done,

you've only judged.

I'm waiting

So where is the judgement now?

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