KillYouTomorrow

Your blood is dry, And i see you crying. Your tears are shy, While you are dying. You start to go, You dissappear. All i see is the flow, Of your drying tears. Your reflection slowly fades, And so does your love for me. You drop the razor blades, Death was a guarantee.

Tear it away, tear it away Just tear away my heart How can life go down hill If it was at the bottom from the start Rip it away, rip it away Rip away my soul Paper thin is my character Far too easy to fold Shred it apart, shred it apart Shred apart my brain Strap me in a straight jacket This is driving me insane Bury it deep, bury it deep Please bury deep my body So along with everything else My body can begin its rotting Take me away, take me away Death take me by my hand This life just isn't for me I've hated it since it began

The face of an angel is All that is here One beautiful freckle Equals one terrified tear Not ready to leave But has to go Wants to go back But god tells her "No" Leaving your life is A scary thought I guess its something That can't be fought A mother a father a Sister and friends A meaning full life That suddenly ends An angel is what She is meant to be There just to think of What she can see Looking over her family night and day Saying I love you In her own special way In the night we sleep In the day we cry As she watches us all From her star in the sky

-He glares at his enemy, with a hatred that could make Hitler appear a civil human being. He takes quick glances at his 9mm, while his thoughts race with the consequences of what he is about to execute. He's witnessed this devil's evil being reined upon the innocent for too long. He must put an end to it. Now. He slowly lifts his death generator, ready to become- an author of homicide. He squeezes on the trigger and with a flash, a scorching bullet is launched out the barrel of his nine, towards the head of his enemy. Time seemed to pull a late freeze. All he could feel was the grip on his weapon getting weaker... and the smoki

she stroked his hair "lungs are nothing but arteries labeled with irrelevant words call it a heart, it will serve the same purpose you are breathing, you are beautiful i will rid you of this pain i will." fingers tremble at the thought of impact this life was never hers no stories to tell of her own she is napalm burning in her own flesh she cant be saved she cant save anyone. stars replay a lament he caressed her back "you are every girl i never knew so beautiful when you shame yourself, so beautiful when you spite me so beautiful. you are that deceitful, murderous beauty ...always trying to change yourself ...but ther

I want you to trust me, So take my hand, And i'll tell you my master plan. I'm going to take all your haunting thoughts, And tell them to be mine instead. I'll let them take over, invade my mind, So they'll stop the taunting inside your head. I'm going to collect all the tears you've cried, An impossible job, I know. Fill up the pool, dive in head first, I wonder how deep I'll go. So hand the broken hearted, a roll of cellotape, And then give the tearful, the biggest empty lake. Cover the self harmers, with a non-mutilating skin, And take away from those, the need to feel thin. Let the lonely have an 'I Love You', for tonight,

Once I was as pure as the whitest snow But that was before love's oldest foe. Now I'm stained with blood and hate. Sinking towards life's lowest low, I fall before Death's glowing gates. I, as cloth, watch the master's fate. Seeing the life flee his closing eyes I wonder why this love so great Falls victim as a mortal slowly dies, Leaving his lover with her lonely cries. I cover his eyes, blocking his last sight Of his lover and their last goodbyes. Now I'm bloodstained from this fight Where the only victor is the darkest night. I, as cloth, cannot take my own flight But am held by the lost lover tight.

Your mother always said that you were smiling, with your hand placed upon your cheek. I find that hard to believe. Your index finger pulls the corner of your lip, in a sad way. As if your bones are tired, and your flesh worn out. All those years of silence prove that your mouth is ever so awake and rested. Your fingers look irritated, and I imagine they want to dance across your face. In my mind I tie strings around each and every one. They dance so wildly. Once or twice they trace your lips on their own. And I imagine that bearded man crawling out of your mouth, and falling. Then, you smile so quickly. I just know it.

I keep on seeing her In my mind walking by. Dreams, shattered by the presence emitted from her angelic face. What once was fantasy now a torrid nightmare, with all night sessions of laying awake, watching the stars. Tears that crease the cheek hopefully not for her. Time wasted away, contemplating her love. Unassured by a phone ring for fear it may be the call, the last note from her voice, that will ever grace my deaf ears.

and you wonder why you cant breathe correctly why your heart beats a little off-course. the truth is: man was created out of dust and you, dear boy, are missing a rib and until you get it back your lungs can never fully expand- or contract. you will never get a good night's rest because she is out there. your missing link, that bone that holds you together. she walks the streets upright yet not fully intact. and you'll find her; hidden in the streetlight. when your breathing becomes erratic- she will mend you. because in her chest she holds your rib something no one else has. you two arent puzzle pieces you are complet