Warm thoughts... Love
5 years old, Safe, a dream.
Happiest with my Nan,
My best friend, my mum.

This dream, so strong,
Just can't be wrong.
It couldn't be ignored,
Started me on a photography course...

Not Sure? Only good will, arise.
Positive thoughts in my mind's eye.
Let's go somewhere,change things,
I can help, don't you know?

Oh how I was wrong...
Instead I met Crow.

It’s a strange muse, this murderous blue.
So many drawn to her splendor
So many drawn to their death

“Julie was truly something else.”
I thought to myself as I watched her dying.
I’ll miss her warmth against my chest,
Believe me, I will. I’m not lying.

I had my reasons, you see.
There’s always a trigger to my madness.
She said we were never meant to be,
And I couldn’t bear the thought of her with someone else.

I snapped.

Her splattered blood painted a perfect picture,
That only a killer’s eye could see.
The blank canvas was my kitchen floor,
And the masterful Artist was me.

I am never gonna change.
I don't need to.
I'm already everyhing.
I am what you call deranged.
People see that.
I'm already dead.
Far away and out of range.
I don't want to.
I don't need friends.
I am never gonna change.
Just so you would.
Start to like me.
I am not controlled or stopped.
Say goodnight to niceties.
Goodbye to free will.
Hello misery.
If you ever cross me.
I'm sorry doctor.
There's nothing to cure.
I just hurt because I can.

You’re the reason your mom is an addict
That wasn’t ****, you secretly like it
Your dad didn’t hug you goodbye on his death bed for a reason
You’re a ****** mother, you’re destroying your children
You can’t even keep your house clean, you’re no better than your step mom
You like it rough because you need to feel abused, ******* freak
You don’t know what normal is, you will never be normal
None of this is even real, you’re insane
You will never succeed at anything
You are a burden to everyone you know
You might as well end it now and spare everyone......

Nothing will **** you faster than your own thoughts.

seven years passed like the phases of the moon,
since her parents had their last fight,
their marriage stained maroon.
ever since, she stayed with Daddy,
always on the run.
she learned to live a life of crime,
and to never trust anyone.
now she’s all but sixteen,
but her hands are stained in blood.
she shot the sheriff where he stood,
his crimson tears a flood.

Nero is bald,
He's also fat,
He's ugly and devilishly fast.

Nero's a killer,
Nero is here,
He's ugly and his voice is clear.

Nero is angry,
He's madly mad,
He's ugly and so, so sad.

Nero is real,
He's truly true,
He's ugly and he lives in you.