.as if murdering a suicidalgirl would make you a killer,if anything - - -- - -you're my hero.
.wishing your traffic light mindwould break down& give in becausemy lungs have gone blackfrom smoking this insanityfor far too long just tomake you love all of me.
There's no point committing suicide again.if watching youdrown makes mea sadist,then maybe Ishould incinerateus both together,then again what'sthe point dyingtwice for you.
.i'm nothing more than a demon,clinging onto your membranes,preying on the soul you heldfor ransom from me.MaytheGodIneverhadfaithinperishatthethoughtofofferingmercytoyou.
.not too much moreicicles in the desert.whatever you give me,give it to me undivided.thank you for your quintessence:"if you're out of ordinary,you need a refill."
.Behind every smile is a growing secret that can't hide for long.
.Suicide is under neath my finger nails,smearing it's lust over my skin cells.I could learn to love such a monster.for it always returns without question.
one.i wish you knew how muchof a killer you made me into -but you'll never know,- because you're already dead.
Run AgroundI sailed choppy tidal waves,just to deliver my heart in a bottle.The blood it once pumped through my body,now flowed along the current......before sinking into the bottomless pit.Much like it used to, whenever I thought about you.As I stepped back with both feet on shore,watching the sunset for the last time......I fell face first on broken glass.