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May 2012 · 1.1k
Her dress.
mads May 2012
She'll never cover up what we did with her dress,
We tried to tease her out of it, she wouldn't budge,
We pushed and she fell in puddles of mud,
Over and over again she fell, scraping paper knees,
Oh no, she'll never cover up what we did with her dress,
White lace was now blood and mud drenched,
That silly girl, she tried to run,
We caught her hand and pinned her against the trees,
Tree bark was added to the blood and mud mix on her lace,
She'll never cover up what we did with her dress,
Frightened and screaming, with our lips we stole her breath,
Moving down her slowly, such a pretty little figure,
We made her bleed, we made her squirm, we watched her bleed,
We tore that ugly ******* dress off her purple, bruising skin,
And ***** her in the woods.
Oh no, she'll never cover up what we did with her dress.
'She'll never cover up what we did with her dress' is a line from a Marilyn Manson song.
May 2012 · 1.3k
Practice what you preach.
mads May 2012
BLEE
         EE
              EE
                   EED!
Dig that ******* razor DEEPER into your wrists.
Practice what you preach, and show us you're not afraid.
Don't just scratch with a pin and claim to slash them.
Practice what you preach. Practice what you preach.
uwihadkd I don't know.
May 2012 · 703
Candle's Fickle Flame.
mads May 2012
I remember fighting through this blur
just to trace your lips with the lightest touch
afraid to smudge your sweetness with my ***** skin:
i hadn't been clean in months, you never noticed.

And I remember laying on your chest,
your heart beat; the sweetest tune to ever taunt my ears
Turning me insane with rythym
but drifting me away on the softest cloud.

I remember looking into your eyes
It got me high, cheeks turned pink and I'd hide
I tried so hard to not let you see the pain in my eyes
I tried so hard to hide everything.

I remember though, that nothing would compare
to the way candles burnt out that night
or the way your words always seemed so true
so beautiful and pure...
Nothing will ever compare to the way your lies made me feel.
May 2012 · 854
Situations.
mads May 2012
It keeps happening, She keeps putting herself in situations
Where she waits and waits, screaming to herself in her head
Staring into the shine of car headlights and the ripple of bath water
Waiting, waiting, waiting to die.
Screaming for the car to speed up, speed up so much
As she slows her pace walking across the road
Almost talking herself into submerging herself
And resisting the pain of drying lungs just to die.
Turning her back on food but hoping to choke on it
Minipulating blades to caress her fading skin.
It all happens before she even realises shes doing it.
Like her body wants to fly so far off that cliff
Without her mind knowing.
I guess, I guess she just wants to die.
May 2012 · 438
Take a moment, please.
mads May 2012
If you could, dear, please take a moment
To open yours eyes and see me for real
See me eroding, losing hair, weight, everything,
Evaporating, atleast take the time to see the blood on the knife
It's only small amounts, but it's there, it's real.
If you could, dear, please take a moment
To piece back together this broken puzzle of a million pieces
Be cautious and make sure every piece fits
And i know you don't want to look me in the eye
Because these tears are clouding my iris
But could you please?
Take my hand and tell me to jump
Or atleast lead me to a fountain of hope
Just stitch me back together I beg you!
I am not whole.
I don't know.
May 2012 · 704
A knife in my throat.
mads May 2012
A knife in my throat bleeding out the demons
Oh the mess I've made, oh hush don't scream
It's not painful, don't be scared for me
Is the colour of the blood not fascinating?
As the tiles drown in this liquid
It seems stupid, but oh the happiness thats filled me now,
Escape, escape, escape, that's all I want from this, escape,
Don't hide! Oh please don't run away,
I need you to watch this, the colours, the screams, the blood
I need you to see me set free!
Please stay to watch me levitate.
I don't know.
mads May 2012
"Dearest friend, don't do that... you'll die."
"Oh, I'm already dead."
"Speachless but welcome, welcome to my land of the living dead."
"Darling, I know this place well, no need for introductions."
"I... I am the owner of this cemetery..."
*"Oh, sweet friend, stop. We need none of this.
My darling, we'll rot together."
May 2012 · 918
Documentry of a whore.
mads May 2012
Look, look 
This is her tray, her tray of ash 
These here... They're her empty bottles of Jack 
Over there is where she keeps the condoms.
Stash of **** between the books. 
If you look closely at the carpet you can see dried *****. 
White walls are now stained yellow, 
Too many drunken gatherings. 
But she's so young inside. 
Mind of a ten year old
With a body of a sixteen yer old woman. 
Don't look now, but she's preparing herself to talk
In her ditsy fake tone. 
"I am like, so white trash. Do you love me yet?"
Twirling bleached blonde hair
pouting those lipstick drowned
And collogen inflamed lips. 
Seeing this ***** in her natural habitat
Makes me wonder where her parents went wrong.
I'm not sure about this one.
May 2012 · 1.1k
A walk with Rosa.
mads May 2012
We're all watching you walk
walk away from us all.
Where are you going?

Street lamps shatter and your feet kiss the glass shards
but you don't bleed, minipulate your mouth into smug smiles
Miles, miles, miles, miles.
Watch your step theres a bump in the road.
There's no time to smell the daisies,
there's no time to turn your head
Just smile and walk, miles, miles, miles,
Glass eyes don't cry and neither do yours.
Would one be game enough to ask,
where are you going?

The pier, a long walk on a short pier
or a short walk to a long pier?
Stumble on loose nails and skim your worries across the water
that tortured mind is occupied.

I say, my dear, what a lovely day you've chosen
What a lovely day it's chosen for you to walk
The sun is shining, clouds gathering upon the horizon
The grass is green and stale Rome air never smelt so sweet.

Oh god, Rosa! Your foot nearly slipped!
Darling girl, the end of the pier is rotting, watch your step.
Stumbling and your eyes! they're so, so red.
Rosa, can you hear us?
"αυτό είναι δικό μου χοίρων"
You're lucky the priests aren't here demon,
Rosa, demon, you're skitterish and talking nonsense.
Are you ready to jump?
When a human is believed to be possessed by an demon/s they are known to speak in different languages.
'αυτό είναι δικό μου χοίρων', is Greek for "this pig is mine", which is being said by the demon inside 'Rosa'.
May 2012 · 512
X
mads May 2012
X
Don't look at me like that
you know your eyes are venom
they tear and rot my flesh

But I know you never looked at me
it was always through me
like I didn't exist.

It's okay, though
I always enjoyed burning in your stare
constantly alight.

You always saw me, but I was never there
I was never there.

You saw the fire tears falling
from my bloodshot eyes

You know I'm hurt.
What are you going to do about it?

There's no bandages
creams or ointments
that are going stop the pain

There's only you
and you've already walked away.
i don't know.
May 2012 · 471
With memories of you.
mads May 2012
She sat on the tiles that night,
sheilding bruised ribs with crossed arms,
aquainting herself with the inside of the bowl,
throwing up all the pain and thoughts.

Something got caught in her throat though,
did you get stuck there?
(was is the coals of the fire
you started inside her?
You let it die, it died out)
maybe she wasn't ready to let that memory go yet,

Coughing, heaving, spluttering, hurting, crying,
but the bathroom was so quiet, tiled walls too protecting,
she kept her silence that night as she died, with memories of you.
I don't know.
mads May 2012
Don't ever slay that mighty dragon
It's wings will crush you with the slightest movement 
And it's firey breath will curl around your head. 
You will not win. 

Do nibble on the magic fungi 
It'll show you the unimaginable to dream upon 
And you'll find yourself in a fairytale with the pixies. 

Don't plant those beans
The ones in which you gave a cow for. 
The castle at the top of the stalk
Is not worth your time. 

Do burn the witch, not for all the wrong reasons. 
Let her teach you her black magic ways 
And if she decides to turn against you
Then you have every right to lead her to the stake in chains. 

Black cats are not bad luck. 
If they're nice, they're your friend
Otherwise throw them under the ladder
Or into a mirror. 

The beast is not always a prince under the witches spell. 
Sometimes, he's just a ******* creep. 

The knight in shining armor
Is just a suit against a wall in the castle hallway. 

The wolf is not always there for the baked goods in the straw basket. 
He wants more, your virginity maybe?
He'll steal all he can take which is everything. 

No ***** is ever as pretty as those princesses or damsels in distress. 
Most have the face of the witch
With the mask of a beauty.
May 2012 · 1.0k
Father.
mads May 2012
Where were you when the sky was falling?
Where were you when the ground opened up
And took me?

Do you ever question your absence
And why you never saw me smile?

Oh, Daddy, dear
You were walking with the beast
When the beauty needed you here.

You could've stopped me from hating you
Before I learnt the meaning of hate and the things you did.

But the front door seemed more appealing
And I'm sorry it did.
You kept walking. You're leaving, you're leaving-
Oh, hell. I blinked and now you're gone.

7, 8, 9... How many years is it now?
Can you count your length of absence to the day?
Or were you too stupid to know what number came next
after day one?

I've thought about meeting you again.
And I've thought of all the reasons you'd come.
You'd only show, just to tell child services
That you know my ******* name
And the colour of my hair-
It's dyed bright red, not that you care.

Then, I thought of all the reasons you wouldn't be there.
You can't remember my existance.
I'm not worth your time.
You're too lazy to even flinch
Or move a finger or blink
To bother with your child.
I'll stop this list now, before it takes away all my ink.

Mother was always right.
Did it hurt when you'd call me? I was only aged four
I'd run away from Mum when she tried to pass me the telephone.

All the time, I see girls who whinge about their father's
And I'd look at the good relationships they have
And feel ill in the stomach with a lump in my throat
To know I've never known what it's like
To not have a deadbeat father.
May 2012 · 544
The beast.
mads May 2012
Loneliness is more than a feeling,
It's a creature that manages,
To swallow you whole, chew you up,
And spit you out on the bedroom floor,
Unable to move, but rocking from,
Involuntery sobbing. I know you're not the only one,
You're not the only one who has drowned,
In the beast's stomach acid,
And Oh! Don't salty tears taste so sweet,
You would know, they sneak their way on to those lips,
And you can't resist but to lick your own sorrow,
Your ribs wouldn't be so bruised either,
If it was easier to breathe.
mads May 2012
I remember when we thought,
That together we could out last,
The world and every creation on it,
I remember when we thought,
That together we formed something,
Something that could embody immortality,
The days when I forgot how hard,
It was to breathe and smile,
It finally became natural again,
And I thank thee for that.

Caught up in your eyes,
And the way you swore you'd defy time,
Just to see me smile, be forever mine,
I never thought about tomorrow,
What would happen, who would die,
Who's smile would fall, who's feelings would fade,
We never thought or spoke of the things,
That were worth saying, and now,
We're frozen in regret saying goodbye,
To the ones we loved, ones we forgot.
May 2012 · 767
Heart beating out of time.
mads May 2012
Come with me,
And I'll show what it's like
To have a heart
That beats out of beat.
We'll walk through
That ******* fog
That feels like
I'm swimming through
Blood.
(It's thicker than water)
It gets so hard to breathe
Somedays, everyday.
We'll stumble
Around that forest
Of trees made up
Of lies, planted by my mind.
I'll paint for you
Horrific pictures of death
And wishes of death
With tears on my paintbrush.
I'll sing for you
With ***** in my mouth
Because my heart
That beats out of beat
Makes me sick.
And even if I did
Drag you through all this,
Even if I did
Pull you through the mud
Surrounding my heart
You'd still never understand
A thing.
May 2012 · 534
The ocean that guides us.
mads May 2012
We let the last breath
Slip between our southern hands
And each air bubble
Was strangled
So violently
By the ocean which guides us.
The sand and salt
Erodes away our toes
As if telling us
That the water is ready
To wash us away.
Always seeming to eager.
It puts you on edge.
You are forever in control
But what now? What now?
As the blood inside you
Slowly turns blue
Like you are the ocean
You realise that it's time.
It's time for nothing
And everything.
It's time for you to float away
And swallow the salt.
Apr 2012 · 660
The void.
mads Apr 2012
fading away
and losing hope
grip
on everything that ever mattered.
i'm ******* losing myself
to the void.
that big ******* void
of nothingness.
i can't stay here
and i can't leave
either.
but i can be swept
somewhere
else in my mind.
Where am i going?
That wonderful void
i dread so much.
I don't know.
Apr 2012 · 448
We all need somebody.
mads Apr 2012
Sometimes,
Everyone just needs
Someone to come find them
In the darkness,
wipe away their tears
And pull them from the depths.
A hand to hold,
A smile to save them.
Another heart
To keep their own beating.
Sometimes,
Everyone just needs a light,
A shiny knight.
A lover,
A friend.
Everybody,
Needs love
And help.
Apr 2012 · 592
Society
mads Apr 2012
Let the masses dance, 
Around your god-like spirit
Before they feast
Draining your eyes of good will
And your lips of pink. 
Breathe
Before they inhale
Your existance. 
Eat your own heart
Before they suckle on your pulse
And set fire to your hands
Letting the wind carry
The ashes to the devil.
mads Apr 2012
We were lost,
in the deepest,
darkest forest of death.
The blood had flooded in
and drained the trees
of everything but sin.
And we were there
dark, shadowy figures
chasing the darkness
longing for it's warmth
but we slipped and fell
on the moon's sweet beams.
Slowly you began feeding
I looked at you confused
and you nodded,
I knew what you were doing now.
"Tonight, We feast on their blood!"
And we drank three humans blood
all night long,
toasting to things we shouldn't know of.
Once they were drained
we left their empty bodies
in the formation of 666
calling upon the devil.
Our eyes turned black
and we sang til our posessed bodies
could sing no more.
a dream i had.
mads Apr 2012
I know now
why you don't looka t me the same;
i miss the way you'd smile
all goofy and wide
just to make me giggle.
i know why everythings changed
i, i told you what really goes on
in my mind
and you looked repulsed
but only for a second
because you quickly replied
"I love you"
You only said that
because it's what
you thought you should say.
What were you supposed to say?
I know why you look at me twice
before you kiss me
it's because you're scared
of what i'll do to myself
and you know you
won't be able to stop it.
If this doesn't make any sense, then I'm sorry. I haven't slept well in days.
Apr 2012 · 560
And I love him too.
mads Apr 2012
He said he loved me






                                 I told him I wanted to die in his arms.
Apr 2012 · 446
The Mirror.
mads Apr 2012
The mirror has never
ever really been a friend of mine.
It twists and distorts my body
in ways unimaginable
even to horror movie directors.
showing the ghosts
slipping into my body
between these pale lips.
Swirls of black
and blood red
pulsate in the background.
What the mirror does to me
is evil, and i wonder
if it's ever met the devil
or is the devil me?
Apr 2012 · 908
"Kiss my scars goodnight"
mads Apr 2012
Every once in a while,
I'd just like some one to smile
and ask if I'm okay.

Every once in a while
I'd just like someone to smile
and kiss my scars goodnight.

Every once in a while
I'd just like someone to smile
and hold me in the coldest nights.

Every once in a while
I'd just like you to smile
and tell me you love me
and that our world together
will never end
as long as we're alive.
Apr 2012 · 522
I have my ways.
mads Apr 2012
Into the walls
of your ******* brain
I've always wanted to carve my name
so that when this is all over
when this is all nothing
you'll still remember me.
You've always been the type of person
to forget people like me
too easily.
Don't you dare,
Don't you dare forget me.
I have my ways
to make you remember.
And you're gonna want to
tear your head apart
looking for a way
to stop my name from scarring,
Sweetheart, scars fade
But I'll make sure the pain
and memories remain.
asurfklj;f iojf I don't know.
Apr 2012 · 624
Your face became the sun.
mads Apr 2012
I always hated the way
Your face burnt into the sun
'Cause you became the reason
That everything shone.
It always meant
That I could never wash you
Out of my brain
'Cause no one can ever get
Close enough to the sun
To rid it of you.
Rainy days soon became my favourite
A sort of cleasning; a break from you.
My house also soon became a comfort
So did shadey trees, and clouds
They always blocked your face
And shielded me from the sun.
Horrible. Ideas and opinions would be appreciated.
Apr 2012 · 2.5k
My garden gnomes are broken.
mads Apr 2012
My front doors hinges
soon have to be replaced.
And it's sad because
it's not just from old age.
The amount of people
that have entered my life
and then left, is phenomenal.
The roses in my front yard,
have also wilted and crumbled
see, they were forgotten and trampled
when you showed up.
Now their petals are just litter
on my overgrown lawn
which i no longer have the strength to fix.
and if the fact that my garden gnomes
were all smashed to pieces
isn't bad enough, then i guess
the wall paper thats peeling
is probably worse.
But it's cold in here,
everyone's ghosts seemed to have stayed
when they all left.
I'm alone in this house,
i'm alone in here
because these memories always fade.
My house is losing it's colour
even when i throw around the paint.
Apr 2012 · 626
I'll follow you.
mads Apr 2012
It's okay,
It's okay because
I'll follow you into the rabbit hole
and eat that cake with you
so that together,
we're bigger than the world.
It's fine,
It's fine because
If you ever slip off the edge
I'll jump straight after you
so niether of us are alone in this world.
It's all better,
It's all better because
Deppressions depths
wont take you alone anymore,
I'll sit through the tears, screaming, blood and pain
just to wait for the day you smile.
It's perfect,
It's perfect because
You are beautiful
you make me feel beautiful
and I'd give up the world,
just to stay with you forever
even if that means
getting lost in Wonderland
Or soaring off the cliff we both love so much.
mads Apr 2012
Pretty pink petals
Have finally caught fire,
It's crazy how the smoke smells so sweet
Like those old summer afternoons;
Dancing in rose meadows.
Blinking; capturing each direction.
We truly believed
Those flowers could never die;
We could never die
And that was okay with us.
Everything was beautiful;
You even swore you'd love me forever
One night when we layed star gazing
Next to the roses.
You promised me the world
And I was okay with that
Because You swore our roses
Would never wilt.
That was all that mattered;
Now they're all ashes,
Nothing but a burnt meadow,
The rose graveyard,
I call it.
You couldn't keep a promise to save your life.
Apr 2012 · 508
Spinning.
mads Apr 2012
She's petrified of your lying eyes
& can't you hear the pain behind her cries?
She hates the way you look me in the eye,
& you hide behind one pathetic lie,

Don't look at me like that if you say you love her.

Honestly,
How the **** did we get here?
& How the hell did you fill her with fear?
She's not the same person she was
Before you because,
She lived fearless, but you broke her system
In her head, she should've believed to them
When they said
"Soon after him, you'll be dead."
I don't usually rhyme, so enjoy.
Apr 2012 · 1.1k
Trainwreck.
mads Apr 2012
She never said it'd be a clean break
because Her train has derailed again
and this time she made sure
you were crushed in the collision.
This is the end of everything,
She's made sure of that.
Mar 2012 · 607
To be like them.
mads Mar 2012
It's not my fault,
That I can't leave the house.
I can't stop
Being self conscious at all.
It's eating me alive.
It's taking my soul.

I wish I could leave the house
As easily as
Every other teen.
I want to be like them.
I wish to fit in.

Most days,
It's hard to breathe.
Most days,
I struggle to eat.

I hate me.
I hate who I am.
I want to leave this shell I'm caged in.
I want to be someone else.
Anybody else.
messy.
Mar 2012 · 886
City smoke.
mads Mar 2012
When the smoke engulfs you,
smothers your lungs
cough cough splutter
and your head spins
in the indulge of pleassure
cough cough splutter
Swarmed by the rush of people
in Sydney minding their own business
walking these twisting streets
cough cough splutter
it's at that point that you realise
this is where you're supposed to be
who you're supposed to be
and what you're meant to do.
Mar 2012 · 445
Storm.
mads Mar 2012
I flew into the storm
embracing fear
as the first lightning
struck the trees below.
fire broke out
and the rain fought it.
I was
drenched in fear
water
and electricity.
It was so beautiful
standing in the eye of the storm
considering if
marrying myself to nature
is a weird
and unacceptable movement.
messsssssssssssy.
Mar 2012 · 385
What do I Believe?
mads Mar 2012
The truth is;
You're bad,
You're a torture
i inflict on myself,
You're not healthy,
Bad, Horrible, Disgusting
But i miss you.

The fact is;
Despite what they say,
I still loved you.
You treated me better
than they ever knew.
You were so beautiful to me
and I loved you.
Mar 2012 · 559
Puzzles.
mads Mar 2012
If contradiction
was a meritable skill
I'd be at the top of the league.
Everything from fears
to opinions on government.
Everything about my head is
a contradiction
and no one understands.
Mar 2012 · 622
My Sica.
mads Mar 2012
She's beautiful,
but she doesn't see it.
She's beautiful,
But she can't see it.
These thoughts that consume her mind
Drown out every compliment
This girl ever receives.
It's sad to see.
Never has she noticed
The amount of people around her
That love and respect her.
She can't see it
And that's what sad.
The most beautiful soul
I have ever met
But she's letting these voices
Get to her head.

I can't stand it.
She can't see it.

She's so beautiful.
Mar 2012 · 422
Therapy
mads Mar 2012
I think that's why therapy scares everyone;
No one likes realizing that they're ****** up.
And therapy is just raw truth being fired at you like cannon *****.
Raw truth hurts, but sometimes, it can save you and your soul.
Mar 2012 · 622
Lucy.
mads Mar 2012
Lucy,
Stop this senseless spinning,
We can't see you,
You're mixing in with blurry lights.

"Why don't the tummy good?
My tummy isn't good.
HEY LOOK!
I'm flying!"


We were standing on our apartment building
She thought she was soaring through those clouds
They were just holding her down.
"Higher.
Higher.
I'm flyin..."

THUMP

Poor little Lucy,
Couldn't handle her alcohol.
Maybe she was too young,
Maybe she wasn't ready.
But,
She wanted to get drunk.

She always dreamt of flying.

Nobody knows why.
Mar 2012 · 601
Don't hide your tears.
mads Mar 2012
"It's okay,
I'm a big girl now,
You don't have to constantly
watch what you say and do.
I've grown up alot."

"But, you're a mess...
I'm so sorry for..."
You keep choking
on your words.

I smile gently,
"It's okay, I'm fine.
This was never your fault."

I tried my hardest to reassure you
But, you cried so softly.
Once again,
You were so beautiful
when tears rolled down your face
But crying was such a rarity
For you.
mads Mar 2012
My jagged teeth are gleaming.
My eyes are waiting, dear.
I want to watch the sun set
On your beautiful heaven
& give birth to light
In your ******* hell.
I can't wait to see the look on your face
When you realise you like hell better.
I'm awaiting the day you burn your ******* bible
& make a shrine to Satan instead of God.
Oh, how that day will make me happy
In a sick & twisted way.
Mar 2012 · 410
Not like the rest of them.
mads Mar 2012
I grew up too quickly
into a world that was never going to guide me.
My mother instincts revealed themselves too soon
Sadly, they'll never be used. ( i hope)
I fell down too hard
Onto a world drowned in cold concrete.
ugghhhhh. no inspiration. make what you want of this
Mar 2012 · 849
Old school mobsters.
mads Mar 2012
Your mouth bleeds
as your cracked teeth stumble over useless apologies.
"i'm sorry. I'm sorry"
that doesn't matter now.
no, it probably never did.
"HA HA HA"
these clowns laugh in your blood stained face.
Somehow
while they were preparing the concrete
you sunk to your knees
to pray to the god you never believed in in the first place.
Whispers of prayers
quickly became screams
as they stuck your feet in concrete blocks
chained you up
and sunk you at the bottom of the river.
Currently watching the A-Team and there is mobsters on it. So thanks to the A-Team this poem fell out of my head.
mads Mar 2012
Every night after,
I watched the sun come up.
Too afraid to sleep.
Too afraid to lose you again in my dreams.
The bags under my eyes
soon became the suitcases of your sorrow.
I was worn out and petrified.
I couldn't face it all again.
Mar 2012 · 525
Everythings so ugly now.
mads Mar 2012
Tonight,
under the stars
that condemned us,
it finally felt right.
You and I
talking again,
so effortlessly.
It was like
we were never scraped
out from eachothers hearts.
It felt like
the past year,
where everything
was messed up and
we didn't speak
all just disappeared.
once again,
you and I were beautiful.
And it hurts like hell
because tomorrow
I know you'll fall
back into her arms
disregarding that we ever spoke.
mads Mar 2012
I have collapsed
Beneath your forceful hand
For the last time.
This is it,
The sun has set on you,
On me,
On us.
It's all curving to an end
Just like your dreams
For our future.
You had too high expectations
For the person you thought I was.
I won't ever be that person.
Soon this will all be over
And I won't have to bruise anymore.
What am I supposed to do
When I'm alone, though?
STOP. Stop everything.
I can't let this end.
I can't be alone in this world.
Don't let the sun go down.
Not now.
Mar 2012 · 629
From pink to black
mads Mar 2012
And when that fire in your eyes burns out
I will try my hardest not to breathe in the smoke.
And even though without that flame
Your flesh will rot, morphing colours from pink to black
I will love you all the same.
Ideas to add on to it?
Mar 2012 · 1.1k
I'm gonna haunt you.
mads Mar 2012
And I am the monster
That lives under your bed.
Just to make sure you lay awake at night
Like I always did, thinking about you.

And I am the curse you get
After walking under ladders.
Just so you'll never love again
Like I had badluck with love after you.

And I am the rumour
Living on your lips.
I'm gonna haunt you
Just like your rumours haunted me.

And I am your curious hands
That touched everyone else
but me. I never loved you.

And I am your tattered clothes;
Covering you
But leaving you cold.
Like I was, so cold, after you.

And I am the demon tattoo
Stained on your chest for eternity;
Leaving my mark on you
Reminding you of me
Forever. But I will not think of you.

And I am the deep purple scars
On your fists, stomach and leg;
The ones recieved in street fights.
I fought to hard
For someone I would not keep.


And I am the gin
That made you lose me
Completely.
I will love again after you.
Ideas to make it somewhat better?
Mar 2012 · 754
My train has derailed.
mads Mar 2012
& I'm ******* drowning again
In all these thoughts of you.
Rescue me.

The heights of these walls
Used to be so high
One could not see the top
& now, you've crawled over them
Again.

Take me out the back
& shoot me down
I don't need this pain
But somehow,
I want it.

The taste of your lips.
Sweet.

Your touch on my hips.
Soft.

Uh **** this.
I still love you,
Come back.
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