cold metal to the temple
the cradle bled red
wine stained carpet
the fingers tremble

bang

helpless gasps
a flower struggling
darkness consumes
it kills

bang

quivering lips
a tear drops
knees collapse
fighting sunlight

bang.

Blood on my hands
A knife in your back
I hope you understand
My reason for attack

But you never looked away
You never made a sound
The words you would've said
Now they spill to the ground

Breath hanging in the air
Like cigarette smoke
I said, "those will be your death."
Now I see the irony of that joke.

So the deed was done
No returning to the past
Name etched in my chest
With a shard of glass

December's waxing strong
I remember why I'm cold
Make a fire from my flesh
To try and warm my soul

I realise that your gone
The knife still in your spine
I lay my self down
Maybe I'll sleep just fine

I'll see you in my dreams
Another life to start again
I'll ask you for a chance
For forgiveness for this sin

Funny when you tell me
The thing you need is an anchor.
Because the last few days
Have taught me so much.
All I wanted when we first met
was to know that we would leave together.
But from the start I could feel it,
I felt like I was going to be suffocated.
The last several weeks,
I have laughed more, I have done more…
And I finally feel free.
And by being free I can see now:
Constantly trying to fix us
Is the thing that has been killing me slowly.
And I don’t want to do it anymore,
I don’t want to fix it or fix us anymore.
Maybe instead of loving you so hard
I should be myself for a while.
I should love me.
And you should love you.
I want so much for you.
For both of us.
So much more than this.
More than being stuck
With someone who feels stuck.
I want you to feel free too.
But no matter how hard we try,
We have to realize some things
Just can’t be fixed.

The war ravaged everything
Red smoke of revenge
Blood boiling within
Bloodshot eyes devours
Life comes to abrupt halt
Only they see the end
Nothing stops the atrocities
Until all is lost

you laugh at her
you poke her
you mock her
you make fun of her

she cries
she lies
she cuts
she starves

but yet when it is revealed
the horrifying things she has done
not to anyone else, but to herself
you gasp and act so innocent

the day you made her cry
the day you made her cut
is the day you killed her
not physically, but mentally

so for all of eternity
i hope you carry the guilt
of being a ******
that killed the soul of a girl.

i don't know.
where my life went.
but now i am dead.
my life was spent.

i put on my dress.
as green as envy.
my skin covering hate.
with witch my heart was heavy.

my lips.
red like lust.
i wore the seven sins that night.
thinking. **** i must.

her eyes shone.
full of greed and gluttony.
that her jewels gladly portrayed.
hidden there a mutiny.

her hair done up.
in a way.
that showed sloth.
its fashion lazy.

she walked.
every step full of pride.  
that was misplaced.
she didn't try to hide.

she let out her wrath.
and danced on satans floor.
dancing with the devil.
unable to stop her feet ****** and sore.

for one dance with the devil.
on his own dance floor.
her soul long gone.
the song forever more.

My words are out of disbelief
When I say what's going on
Why are we killing so much anymore
We use to be civilized
Now We Are Just Barbaric In Our Traits And Quest For *******.
Call me what you will, say what you want.
All I want is all this killing to stop
All This blame To end
All the fingers to go in for of a wave, or handshake,
Instead if a judge mental pointing
Two wrongs do not make a right
Killing humans, is not a lesson we need to teach our children
There Is No Understanding In A World Of greed.
And no room for improving our future with in moralistic judgements and fear based thoughts.

There are lightning bugs
in the killing jar.

Oh no, I dropped it.

All dark now.

Good bye.