Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.
I don't need you anymore
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.
Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.
Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull
...Now just a memory that's faded and dull.
let's have a killing spree
Forgotten like an old teddy bear, she was laid to rest. There was no one to save her from herself. It was useless to fight. What of the god who was suppose to be her savior? Where was he and his judgment? He allowed her to be abused in such violent and horrific ways.
What of me though? I saw what went down that night. But I allowed that to happen. I seen the signs of neglect. The scares on her person, the blood that stained her skin. But, as the others, I choose to ignore. I choose the safe side, the side that closed their eyes and cover their ears. And I pretended that everything was okay. When it was not.
She came to me that day, asking if she could borrow my science book. Saying that she was behind and needed to catch up. Like the gentleman I was, I said yes. Did I not look twice, I would have not noticed the bruise on her out stretched arm. But, I did look, and I became concerned. A little to late though. The damage was done.
That very night, she called me to the scene of the crime
When did this pain begin?
No, when does it end?
I don't think that pain can ever begin.
You are born with it, it lives in you.
Pain is part of what you are.
Ever since you were young, you were in pain.
Loseing a toy or a blanket brought tears to your eyes
A young child falling while takeing its first steps
You can't hide in a bubble.
Pain is in you.
Again, when does it end?
It will never go away.
Pills, drugs, other sources of mind ripping mental torture
can never cure this mind game
A mase only you can figure out
A part of you that you have to fight
There is no way of getting away
Not even death can disconfigure this puzzle
At times, I even wish I could go to a place
A place where there isn't hurt.
But, hey, I made place a living hell.
My choices caused my Pain to take form.
I live with what I done, and I can truly say that...
Life Is A Fucking Nightmare
Why?Drenched in blood
Nothing in the world mattered more than wanting revange
Murder seemed easy
Cutting wrist in the new light of dawn
Wishing that the sun would never come up
Hearing the whispers of the tourtured souls
And wakeing to the sight of dead corpses
Would God want this
For a child with hopes and dreams
Woud he want this poor soul to see what I've seen
See the ones you love most, gone
In the darkness, she sits alone
Betrayed by those who you thought loved you
But turned out to lie in your face
Why would he want that
Why would he want a pathitic child like me?