I could tell the whole world, but not a single person would hear me.

Death is not something one can buy, own, or sell. Therefore it is clearly a gift.

Blood is red, lips are blue, death is near, cold hearts and fear, empty bed, wishing you were here.

Less then2% of people are born without a soul.. I just happen to be one of them.

From beyond the grave, haunted halls scream your name.

The strong one is showered in envy,
While the weak one suffers,
But in my world we're all equal and theres no such thing as favourism.

The tears stream down my face,
as the needle goes deeper into my skin.
I can't run from them, no..
They'll find me where ever I am,
I'm reliving a nightmare.

"I'll help you shove your words back down your throat. I'll even put a pad lock on your lips, to keep them from leaking out."
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from my poem "Give Back The Life,That You're Stealing"

Her smile is like a glimpse of heaven
her neck tastes of sweet nectur
her hair falls like autumn leaves
his footsteps sound like beating hearts
his glance makes her tremble
his eyes could pierce metal
...are they truely ment to be?

You'll never taste the tears i've tasted,
you'll never know the love i had for you,
you'll never be the same..