I have a heart full of pain. A head full of stress. A handful of anger held within my chest.

Screw the housewives. The best way to a mans heart is through six inches of steel. Whoever said size diesn't matter never thought of the knives.

-Anita Blake

So her unique beauty from this world will disappear,
Leaving her empty, alone, and hollow,
For she can’t feel anything else while standing on the brink of this blackness,
Heaving and writhing and preparing to swallow.

A beautiful beast, ruined and killed,
Lying forever alone and broken,
Ripped up and lost to the savages,
Body and mind both slashed wide open

*Heaving And Writhing And Preparing to Swallow*

Drunk on shadows and lost in life
Killing ourselves a kiss at a time
Devils dance while angels smile
Drunk on shadows and lost in life

Why get high when there are other ways to achieve a smug sense of superiority?

*Sarcasm* My anti-drug

Ride my Pain like Innocence to die, I need you dearly my Loving Corpse * Heart*

I am Gentleman Death in lace and silk, come to put out the candles...

The Heretic Seal Beyond Divine, A Prayer To A God Who's Deaf And Blind

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal, you can't always tell what someone feels.