Flame
The beasts that feed for your pain.
They cause it with delight.
They don't pay for the suffering they cause.
We pay dearly.
Sometimes with death.
The pleasure they cause makes a deep flame burn within my soul.
It flickers and flickers until it burns out.
Trust
I thought I was loved.
I went through so much.
Why... Could I be betrayed yet again?
Should I give up?
I thought we were good friends.
Yet today, I knew she didn't trust me.
She thought I would steal from her... yet I never have before.
What did I do to deserve this treatment?
I guess I should find someone else.
I guess I should give up a year of my life...
Wasted...
I still ask myself why...
I thought I was trusted.
Bound and Broken
She thought she had friends.
Now she realizes they were all demons.
Does anyone care?
No...
Now, no one will come to her rescue...
Another body lying in the dark.
Only her "friends" know why.
She was never loved...
Slowly...
Slowly driving herself insane.
She never had a chance...
No one would ever come for her...
Now she is dead...
But... Was she ever really alive?
Meaningless
Tears
Broken Down and Helpless
Alone
Withered
Gone
Destroyed
Corrupted
Burried
Grip
Oh how I have dreamed the glorious day,
When I would slowly wrap my fingers around thy neck.
And with the mightiest grip I have,
Destroy the evil thrust into thine soul.
Oh, the mighty grip I shall have on that boy.
No one should be able to know.
If it is known...
Death will be to me.
Crimson
Is this the true color of blood?
Maybe it is the color of lust?
Will anyone ever understand this color?
This crimson pain?
Maybe they too...
Blood= Pain
Lust= Love
Maybe they want a painful relationship...
A toxic love...
A hateful desire...
Caught in the Act
Will I ever be found?
Trapped with guilt.
No one has found out,
No one ever will.
I've gotten away with a serious crime.
Now all that's left,
is to make an escape.
Footsteps are heard.
What am I to do?
Shall I panic myself,
and be caught in the act?
Or... Shall I find a way to escape...
and be killed from my own guilt?
