Tonight I will lie in this field of roses.
I will write your name on my wrists.
Why do you look upon me that way;
Standing so blankly with your eyes so confused.
Look away, the thorns pierce my skin.
Don’t pretend to care because I know the truth.
I can see right through you.
Crawling beneath my skin.
The Insects feed upon my insides.
I scratch myself with this knife to make sure I’m not having a bad dream.
Sometimes my life seems so real- this nightmare seems so real.
One more pill to ease the pain.
One more drink to keep me sane.
Im immune to happiness.
You feast upon my weakness.
I am yours.
Once again
I refuse to wipe away the dust that has collected so willingly on this faded mirror
In my reflection I see you.
The one who tore me apart.
Father, is that you?
No.
I can’t do this again.
My thoughts racing; I punch in the glass.
Blood drips from my knuckles.
The broken mirror has not been cleared from my mind,
your image on every shattered piece.
I walk backwards over the shards of glass as I repent.
Why have you changed?
It seems forever only lasted a few days.
I have come to take back what is mine.
I will end the world tonight.
Set Ablaze this meadow of crimson.
I watched it burn.
I watched my life burn away.
I can see beyond this field of ash.
You wave to me as I slowly drown.
Drown.
I’m drowning.
Now I know the truth.
I am worthless to you.
You bring me down.
You insist. You drag me below.
Screaming, I surrender.
Mercy.
Holding me down, you bring my rebirth.
As I lay here bleeding feel free to walk upon me when I’m dead
but then again you’ve walked on me all my life.
This hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand.
Its too late to realize I was immune to happiness.
Tell me love, does my blood run as deep as my heart?
You should know; you ripped it out.
How could you?
I gave you everything.
Flesh of my Flesh
Blood of My blood
I’m yours.
So ill walk through the waste.
Without a heart and soulless.
Death. Such a pretty thing.
The story of my existence.
