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fate of despairthe sky outside is grey, but the storm is within my room..
The shouting and screaming,
the torturous beating..
she screams my name at the top of her lungs,
as her fist connects to my face..
you called me a bitch,
you called me an ass,
but the only thing you never called me was yours..
So after you leave I sit and cry,
dreaming of a time when passion was left..
the searching within my heart grows slower,
the pit of my stomach falls lower..
strange sounds fill my head as I reach in the drawer..
kill kill kill kill kill kill kill DIE..
I pull out my knife and put it on my bed..
I turn on my music..
I find one of your pictures..
I lie on the bed, holding knife in one hand and picture in the other..
I run the blade over my wrists causing the little crimson rivers to flow..
as darkness fades out the light I hear a knock..
as you walk in the door you find me a bloody mess..
you hold me in your arms and tell me you love me..
it was way little too late..
You sit in my room holding me for hours,
silence of my heart..Quickens as the heart stands still..
breathing but never drawing breath..
loving and never feeling..
our bodies lie together as one..
our souls connected..
our minds within the same dream..
follow my hatred loving my death..
drink of my blood and swallow my life..
I'll send you to paradise..
lost in my heart..
silence of my heart..
I hear your voice inside my mind..
lost and found with every breath..
come and take it from my grasp..
longing death for suicide..
love in death is all I hear..
love my heart my silent heart..
hells yearning for mortal loveday by day my life grows thinner..
hour by hour my hate grows stronger..
I hate me I hate him..
I hate everyone with whom can never understand the torture I go through everyday..
can no one ever see the bright red heart in my blackened soul..
if days were gone then all would be well..
for I am a creature..
I roam the night for the things that live..
I leap in the windows of the children who sleep..
I watch you while you shower..
I have the power to kill a man with my bare hands..
but why bother my gift is for pleasure..
and your pleasure is mine..
the sight of these words may make you weep for the one you love is gone..
I am the evil left over from an animal pushed too far..
I am going to take you to the brim in order to see the red rivers..
in order to see the moon lit sky..
just as I have always seen them..
just as I have always seen you..
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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