I didnt really know where this peom could go so i just stuck it under a catagory.
You're so beautiful why is it that your heart will not heal?
Is your blood so full of pretention, the overwhelmed inhuman welling up in you
You are too good, too amazing, I would sell myself by the bill
If only the wound would close, your heart would mend, maybe just to give you something new
I die of sorrow, every night, my eyes sealed shut by unutterable fright
I watched you die, I licked my lips in wonder at the sight, to see someone die
I just wanted to be by your side and now I must set things right
Shivers run down my spine, my finger tips tingle at the thought of the lie
Is this emotion not too real? Am I too young to understand myself and how I reflect in you?
I would die inside you, I would die beside you, I would die right here in your arms
Is your blood so bad that it defies you heart? Does it leave you and turn when your emotions are thwart.
Blood thirsty be the heart of the beast, and stealing from your own it will feast
Being how I love you I can't just stand and watch, so I bring myself down in hopes I can save you and take you up, up into the heavenly.
I will destroy myself, if need be, to mend your broken being. Strenuously I feel the pain.
My hopes are all so blue, my eyes are tear-filled, missing you, Bring your pain upon me
I want to feel the pain so readily, I am so ready to give myself, my soul and make you sane
Direct me down your spiraling staircase of sorrow, I will walk it, today and tomorrow, and the next day if that will heal you, only if that will heal you
I will be overwhelmed by guilt and pain like no other and embrace it if only to extinquish the pain brought unto your soul so true
Given to me the gift of gods, I am a fallen angel and onwards I prod, I will die.
I don't mind
How could I mind?
Kill me slowly if that is what will heal, or so swiftly, to the ringing sound of steal.
Unsheathe your love my dear and let it flourish, I could have cried
Such a beautiful sight in my arms I almost died
I have died. What do I speak of?
We are dead together and this is only the peek of
Our beings, our souls intwined.
Is death just pain? Because that's all that's real.
I gave you my heart, for you to steal
And now I die
I don't mind
Take my life, take my being, take my name and take my breathe. I don't mind
Your blood so wicked it's taint will not heal, your heart without feel, Take my life and give I will. I don't mind
