sinfulloveandlust

Are you really there? I feel sick Where are you To stop the bombs' tick? You're gone, You were never here! You never called About the girl of fear. I'm filled with sorrow But I hate you You broke my heart What's that for you? Rip me apart Rip me in half I'm drowning in a deep deep Sorrow Rip me away From the girl of yesterday Rip me apart from Tomorrow. Rip me apart Rip me in half I'm drowning in a deep deep Sorrow Rip me away From the girl of yesterday Rip me apart from Tomorrow. Holding on To invisible threads No longer strong Longing death Where were you When pain was alight Now you've gone Out of my sigh

I have a lot more past Than I have a future I'm a social abuser. Cuts and scapes in my eyes Fill out the mask to every disguise. Lie to me, I'm enjoying it Lie to me tonight. Lie to me; it's my birthday Lie to me tonight. I have a lot more past Than I have a future They all say that "It suits her". Blind my left eye with mascara, Blind my right eye with trust. Blind my left eye with desire, Blinding my right eye with rust. I hate birthdays, Happy Birthday. I have a lot more past Than I have a future. This line is just getting stupider. Lie to me; happy birthday. Dear Jesus, I'm having your child. Mary's eyes and Joseph

I want you gone I want you out I want you santified From my heart. I want you gone Gone far way You've done enough To put me in my place. Left in the dark Hidden away I'm a doll of your past With nothing to say. Give me a break Give me my heart And leave me alone Alone in the dark. I found a reason why All my tears have run dry I don't care now you've let go Just leave, me, alone. Scars, none can see Keep cutting through me All I do is shout No words come out (doll-mouth) I found that you're not that bad But still my heart is sad And I'll come back one day But now doll-mouth will say. Left in the dark Hidden away

Nihilistic And peripatetic she goes out into the dark Wearing her finest clothes. Possesion of self And all to the mind Her gold and her silks Are particularly designed. To reach out to people And let them know That she's special And she will grow. The girl with the rings on her fingers And bells on her toes Glistening and jingling Wherever she goes. A persona non grata She doesn't care About the dying around her Unless it's her hair. Her shoes the finest leather Her rings the purest gold Ostentatious girl Does what she is told. Sugar-daddy gonna buy His pretty-pretty girl The finest shit he can find From all over th

The bitter-sweet poison coiled around my throat. Oh suffering delilah, Escape this infinity of self-delusion. Girl-wonderment strike upon your face again, But it is your loss that defends the blood in your veins. Vain veins bewildered by sharp intrusions of the mind Nay farther of consciousness than an unborn babe. Nestled in warmth of a mother's womb. Tomb to thoughts and discovery, Insecurity, In a world unknown. Lost yet founded red with desires of unknown discoveries. Wellow out of darkness, To explode in the light of past and futures alike To discover one's self in hopeless helpless desire for an unknown purpose.

Darkness, Only dark by means to the light that shines through it. A quiet sleep, Disturbed by barking of the night life dogs. The alleyway, Filled with many of the homeless, lifeless. Traffic lights, Referencing safety to the quiet streets. Ticka-ticka, ticka-ticka, of the "walk" signs; Ignored by the absence of the busy, scattering people. Morning, from the nightfall. Only seconds from the race of life. The race, Begins not by a gunshot Not by the pace of cheering. A bright light, Breaks the silence, the power of life... ...Which stars the business man's life for another day.

White snow, deep with sorrow, widened with pain and powders on the Earth. A snow flake pure, white, clean and innocent falls upon a young man, dressed freshly in black, on his knees, looks up to the sky, with his sky blue eyes. Looks up to the snow that falls upon him and then down to the powered snow where he lays. He scoops up a gentle handful and whispers at first, "My beloved where art thou?" A tear slips from his eye as he pours with anger simple words, "My beloved, Elsabis, where art thou?" He then softly, slowly lies onyo the softened snow and weeps his last weep as he slowly falls into the darkness that awaits him; a long lost dar