Loving youLoving you is a mazochistic lust,More Like This
five-stars, first class suffering.
In my arteries there is acid instead of blood,
I'm in delicious luxury pains.
Darkness is beautiful, craziness is sacred,
dirt is shining, Baudelaire is God,
Marilyn Manson is an archangel.
You're the centre of my craziness,
everything is going around you.
that is a slow death on fire.
ShowI am melting down in the rythme of the musicMore Like This
it is my heartbeat, the crazy running of my poisoned blood
the song and I are one
I am singing like a dying angel
crying, laughing, playing with emotions
the guitar solo is the scream of my suffering heart
I paint the sky in red with pain
sparkle in the night
I am the flame of your soul's fire
I am suffering for your inside peace
I die for you
look at me, people, watch me
adore me, care for me, love me
please help me
A Truck Drivers WifeI have been privileged,More Like This
To hold in my life,
The title that’s known
As a truck driver’s wife.
Now, women all know
Being married is rough.
But, marry a trucker,
And then let’s talk tough!
The miles that they run,
And, the job that they do,
Gives us grey hairs,
And fries our nerves too.
And when they get lonely,
And call up the house,
Who’s there for ‘em to turn to?
it ain’t Mickey Mouse!
But, through all the turmoil,
The stress, struggle, and strife,
Those men appreciate
The finer things in life,
And they’ll thank their lucky stars
For a truck drivers wife!
Street WalkerThe night looms listlessly over streets of grayMore Like This
While shopkeepers lock up and retire.
Yet one girl is left to wander astray
With a lecherous service that men desire.
Leaning, leaning, always leaning
Against brick walls and street lights gleaming.
Amidst pale moon and shining stars
She reluctantly enters pitch black cars.
She tries to warm up her frigid bones
After nights of sleeping in bathroom stalls.
Then takes on a customer’s incessant moans
Being smacked to the floor, once more she crawls.
Searching, searching, always searching
For a desperate soul that’s lurching
Towards her in a lonely fashion
With gentle eyes that show compassion.
Midnight arrives, and the city blinks twice
To adjust its eyes, and show its true face.
She waits at the bus stop, ready to entice
But none wish to pay for her sinful embrace.
Fearing, fearing, always fearing
That her spirit’s disappearing
Nobody really see’s her there
Nobody has a heart to spare.
No money to feed her draining s
Molten MemoirsYou never feared ghosts would haunt youMore Like This
Phantoms appear only in myths
But of times too distant to forget
And Memories built on satisfying guilt
There a phantom that exists
Etched in truth and deep regret
it sneaks and mocks you from behind
Yet when you turn it pounces from affront
And although years pass it does not age
Like a recurring scene in an unsettling dream
Beware - you are the hunt
And the beasts are easy to enrage
When the ghosts come calling we are all children
Molten memories leak from the head
Lava taunts snare at the heart
Veins explored by phantom’s sword
Fear in place where blood once bled
Pride quavers. Defences depart
Like a shadow dipped in darkness
Youth’s vices are loyal to their crown
Summoning to sweet return
You’ve been served what you deserved
Pride cannot drown
Fear cannot burn
You thought phantoms false
But ghosts tell secrets only memories could know
Spreading lies incites no dread
and truths that bind can also blind
breathing never felt so wrong.''I'm sorry for this,More Like This
I love you.''
And then it all came to me-
I failed you,
and you failed me.
We failed each other.
Even love wasn't enough to save us anymore.
We were two broken people who were dead before we even got a chance to live.
Just because we were breathing doesn't mean that we were alive.
We made the perfect story
of two broken teenagers
who had broken souls
that never healed.
I failed you,
and you failed me.
Even love can't save us anymore.
We failed each other
before we even got a chance to live.
not everything is beautiful.You can treat this like another warMore Like This
but don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain.
When my fist hits your face
and your face hits the floor
I know you'll pretend
like you never felt a thing.
Your biggest scar has always been your heart.
You have a troubled mind
and a low self-esteem to match.
I swear that I'm not hurting.
You're just another broken song,
but we can be monsters together.
I swear that I'm not running.
Let's take a trip down memory lane,
do you still remember me?
(Just because I'm here doesn't mean that I'm not broken.)
save yourself before you drown.I promise you I'm tryingMore Like This
but I'm slowly breaking apart.
I never knew that life was like a game,
press one wrong button
and you'll be broken forever.
I've had enough of you,
but I can never let you go.
You've always owned my heart,
I might as well just save myself before I drown.
You may as well just forget me
because I'm just another chord to a broken song.
breaking bones.Don't ever let goMore Like This
if you don't know how to live.
(If you can't sleep at night
because you're so worried that demons will snatch your soul
and monsters will turn your heart black,
please remember that my heart has always been with you.)
I know it may seem like I just jump into his arms,
but I always will come back to you.
I'm sorry that I'm so stuck.
You don't deserve the attention to be fixed anymore.
(You've always kept your hurt inside a bottle
because you were always afraid of letting go,
but the only thing that broke you was society.)
The truth is that we're just too sick
for us to love again.
(I know it's hurting you,
but it's killing me.)
something you always needed.I feel like I lose myselfMore Like This
as I lose your heartbeat in the wind
because we've all been broken for too long.
You've been holding on to thin air
as your hands turn into ice
because you'll never learn how to love again.
I felt beautiful when I was starving
because I felt like I would be closer to you
since all I ever wanted was your heart,
but your heart was too fragile to ever touch.
You always counted down to five
and held a shotgun in your hand
because you felt like you were talking to the dead
whenever you closed your eyes,
but you were only lying to your heart.
(You always enjoyed writing false messages on my skin
that were like broken messages
you always forgot to say out loud
just so you could feel
as you put your lips on mine
because you said that my lips were always your home.
We would always be the best at losing ourselves
since we always lost ourselves in the dark.)
You never believed in yourself
because you felt like you were nothing,
but you were always everything.<
Cat ProblemsCat ProblemsMore Like This
Though the rate of thefts by cat burglars has risen drastically in the last decade, it is not this fact that is most alarming to the governments or law enforcement agencies of the world. It is the population of cat people that has quadrupled in the last five years that has most of them concerned and the scientific community baffled. One in 250,000 people it seems have succumbed at least partially to the blood born pathogen and since symptoms are not always evident, this statistic could possibly be much higher. One in a quarter million may not sound like a lot but that puts as many as 75 million people in the U.S. alone at risk of being pussies.
It is unclear exactly where or how this virus mutated and infected humans but it has been rapidly spreading ever since. Because cat people tend to be promiscuous, it is the promiscuous humans who are most at risk. According to the experts, this is the most common way
Cherry MoonMore Like This
I met the girl I'd never leave one starlit summer night.
We walked along a wooded path 'til just about midnight.
I spoke to her poetic words, she sang a lovesick tune...
under a cherry moon
Her eyes were blue, her hair was blonde, her lips a shade of red.
I watched her as she danced a jig, for her my heart now bled.
I knew that day she was the one and that we'd marry soon...
under a cherry moon
I walked her home and stood with her outside her front porch door.
I kissed her gently on the cheek, my heart was wanting more.
I promised her that I'd return the twenty-fourth of June...
under a cherry moon
We wed that year before it's end and never once looked back.
We chose a night when moon was full and sky was reddish black.
I look back fondly on that day when love first came to bloom...
under a cherry moon
I won't forget the love she gave, the life that I have lived.
Her gentle ways and loving care was heaven's greatest gift.
The night she passed I died insid
The BestThe best:More Like This
The best is when you get through the day
and the wings on your bag sustains intact
the day I jumped from the rooftop but the wings carried me,
raised me from the earth and placed me peacefully
like a snowflake on the frozen ground
The best is to sit down in the wild and be a part of the world,
swirl around in the woods like spectres at night time and terrify the living
when they find you and the remorse is heard
The WorstThe worst:More Like This
The worst is, when the darkness surrounds you
and it takes over your visual power
when the creatures of the night grabs your fragile skin
and scratch it to blood
The worst is the material passion and weakness
I'm Just SorryCan't tell why you're still here.More Like This
I only bring out your deep fear.
Constantly near panic attack.
Focusing on what you lack.
So afraid that I'll go away.
Why do you want me to stay?
You deserve more than me.
Really, what do you see?
Trying to be better for you.
I don't know what I can do.
I'll try whatever I can.
I'm just sorry for who I am.
You've got some nerve.I thought I still loved you,More Like This
I thought I could forgive you,
I thought you would do,
Whatever you needed to do.
You said you would stop the lie,
Tell everyone you were lying,
I foolishly chose to believe you,
Because I couldn't get over infatuation,
You can't take back what you said,
I know that is true,
No one would believe you,
I pretty much expected that,
And fads die,
You threw it back in motion,
In a fit of emotion.
After hearing this (again,)
You came to apologize (again,)
I didn't slam the door this time,
Because I wanted to watch you squirm.
You said I'm sorry a million times,
I tried to accept your apology,
Just as I was about to accept it,
You threw my anger,
Back in motion.
"Why do you care,
When you're home schooled?"
Why do I care?
Why do I care!
I could give you a thousand reasons why I care!
I care because I can't leave my house from three to four anymore,
I care because I had to change my E-mail address to get away
Paper StarsHere I sit in confusion,More Like This
cutting up my Christmas list,
so tired, and wishing
I could do one thing right.
I'm folding the paper,
trying so hard,
but in my lap are a thousand
failed paper stars.
FrailtyHer death.More Like This
A tragic scene in a painting.
She is weak and frail.
Sickly and numb.
I have destroyed her.
Nothing but silence.
She won't speak.
Rivers of tears.
Placed on my shoulders.
I have destroyed her.
I am a wretched creature.
You are nothing.
I have destroyed her...
In a Veil of SmokeEnd of May,More Like This
I had come to life in a veil of smoke.
I didn't know who I was, so I went outside.
The sky was red and the wind was still.
A beautiful sunset on the horizon of my amnesia.
Drifting for years I find bits of my memory.
Leading me ever closer to where I belong.
I finally come up to a decrepit house,
It's existence seeps like poison into my memory.
Back here once again...
Passing through my old home,
the second death before my eyes.
Featureless demons inside my old room,
staring through me with eyes of fire.
Their eyes rekindle all of my memories,
I realize I have been dead for far too long.
Looking at my old mirror.
No life was found.
Not a shred of the soul stream.
To all my horror.
I am nothing more than vapor.
I am stuck inside a faint rising of cigarette smoke...
Passed along with a soft whisper from their mouths....
Captured within a bottle made of crystal...
Kept on the vanity as the smoke of my burning rises forever...
The crow that pecks the glassThe crow shrieks beyond my windowMore Like This
But his words mean nothing to me
I sit alone in my dark chamber
Filled with silhouettes of things that are
or just might be
Alone I comprehend the reality of life
But in this Nihil is there any point?
The crow isn't stopping with his blasted noise
No words, but still I hear the cracking of his joints
Daunting talons are scratching
His beak is pecking but he can't get through
The glass won't break no matter how much he tries
Like the crow, we all try and we all lose
Away you beast! I've had enough
Leave me alone, I'm done with you
But his senseless tongue still distracts me
Stop it! You can never get through
He finally leaves me to my thoughts
Finally, left to myself
I don't need no selfless martyrs
I don't need anybody else
Crystal TrinityThe heart is the placeMore Like This
Where all good and bad happens
Which is which is up to the person
But there’s no black and white
The soul is the place
Where creation sleeps
Though very rarely used
It’s the birthplace of all
The mind is the place
Where the heart and soul meet
It combines the product of both
Into thoughts so pure
The body, finally
Is where those thoughts become actions
Where the outcome ends
And the consequences begin