Heartache and self inflictionThese mere white walls are as hollow as we, with
deep scratches that will never erase like our scars.
Carbon copy halls are as wide as our wounds of self infliction.
Were forced to form in a single file as our heads lay
low, for it was all of our suicides that had been
unfulfilled. I pass by these screaming children longing
for home, they are strapped to a table with the stare
from preternatural clones.
I whisper to myself death old friend where are you now to take
me away from this darkest hour. We are like the palest of corpses
trapped in the locked gates of a cemetary. I loath sharing
a room with these half dead teenagers that remind me of myself.
I'm trapped here on the the special day of love. Everyone
is carving into there skin a message, as well as cutting the
shape of a heart from there dripping flesh for a beloved that
has put a hex on them.
Condemned by the godsAs i walk the city streets of disapproval my disgraceful
footsteps seem to always dishearten the gods senses.
I cannot blame the scorn from the celestial sky for
I have the imperfect past and present that has harmed
it with blight.
It has now become too unbearable to know the
only things awaiting for me are the deep scratches
I've engraved on my wall, and the tears I've wasted
away on my death shroud for sheets.
My gaunt lifeless wrists are covered with my own crimson
blood that has rotted and formed into the texture of regret
and depression.I have now come to the realization that i am
not worth the time for the beautiful ones and am too unworthy
to inhale the warm essence of a comforting reality.
The future of a hollow realityI have grown for some time now to despise the
conventional masses, with their mechanical ideals,
and the absence of any profound words of sincerity
What scratches the scabs in my mind are the ones without
character or a emotion that seem to brush off their calamities
while preaching to the infected. My thoughts become diseased
needles of self infliction as i see these temptresses exposing
their flawless features yielding the desire of irresistible
So what makes you think your a goddess by any means? You would
rather breaks hearts than to heal. I fail every time to cannot
comprehend why you would give your soul and praise to the ones
that mistreat you and value you only as their next trophy
of impure intentions.
My soul rots of banalityWhat could you say to keep me from my apathy for
my death that stands closer each day? Would you
attend my funeral tomorrow? Or would you just
leave it as another one of your forgotten days?
How many times must i suffer to get this treasure
that the dreadful seem to own but with little
satisfaction. For years my sternum has now kept
my soul hostage. No one can reach me nor save me
from my defected mind that perfects it's way through
an agonizing cycle.
Each lonely night i lay curling up like the unborn
with the clenching of my teeth while closing my eyes
as each unbearable teardrop chills my flesh to ice.
So for now I can only just pray for a gateway to a
sanctuary of dreams where it reveals the symphony
of a silence.
Beautiful perception grantedYour Lips of sweetness and delicacy was the elixar
to my soul, crushing the thorns of agony that injected
my heart with only hurt and desolation. Those spellbinding
glances between you and I entwined into an enchanting
symphony that brought a thousand chills down my spine.
The caress of your flawless fingertips rendered me
forgetful of the times i felt deprived of a comforting mortality.
I now feel a rejuvenation that has broken the cycle
of my self pity which has grinded my flesh to the very
I once found my slumber to be my only escape,
but now i find it to be insignificant compared to this
night, for it is you who has brought me back to life.