I promise angel.
I will make this night.
the night you will always remember.
the night that you will never forget.
the night you will be up screaming about.
with your fingers six inches inside you.
as to beg for remembrance.
I will be the best thing ever done to you .
but the worst thing that has ever happend.
tonight will be the night you will be searching for for the rest of your life.
tonight will be the scars on your body.
the disappointment
every time someone touches you.
and when you have no where else to search the noose around your neck like my lips on your throat.
now close your eyes.
and let me love you to death.
Standing face to face with the devil.
In a court room called a church.
Where your judged for your sins.
And doomed from birth.
In fire you will burn.
And in Hell you will rest.
This court room augured.
And your life sentence set.
Memories.
Flashbacks.
Of pain.
Confusion.
Tied down and raped.
Tied up and beat.
Bruises.
Cuts.
From my head to my feet.
Every time i got drunk.
Every time i got high.
Id hide in my bed and cry.
Cover my mouth and scream that i wanted to die.
But its now been five years and till now i had those memories forgot.
Till i met you.
Till i told you.
Till you took it personally.
Took it to heart
And now that you know its ripping me apart.
you talk about it.
You sing about it.
as if it was some casual thing you were pissed about.
its been five years of nothing now all i can do is think about it.
Know iv been fine for almost six years.
No sleepless nights
No tears.
No unneeded memories.
I didn't feel emotion.
Hurt.
Anger.
Sadness.
I could express it outward .
But never feel it.
Some questioned my sanity.
But it didn't matter to me all the same.
But that night you touched me.
And if felt so much the same.
That it all came back to me in a wave of pure agony and pain.
Now my nights are often sleepless.
and tears i now cry.
Now i look back and wish i haden't told you.
That i could have just lied.
Cause i was fine till you were by my side.
Helping me?.
Saving me?.
Your trying to justify the thing that created me.
In not saying what he did
Your Fate.
I wont rest until your bones are dust.
This is the pursuit of your lust driven hate.
Your plead for forgiveness but its to late
So close your eyes and take whats coming to you
This is your fate.
The day you die is the day i will close my eyes.
Inside i know its not my place.
But it wouldn't be hard.
The pain your have inflicted.
Now you have been Convicted.
By the end of the day you will be preying for hell.
And you will welcome it with open arms.
For what you have done will be done to you.
You plead innocent but we know its true.
Knowing your alive puts my mind at ease.
Because hell would be to easy and heavens out of reach.
Yo
I've been abused.Used.Raped. by pollyamik, literature
Literature
I've been abused.Used.Raped.
I've been abused.
Used.
Raped.
How much can i take?
Molested.
And to you i just confessed this.
I've slit my wrists.
For every empty wish.
I've been abandon.
Left.
You think your better then the last best?
Lies.
Tears.
The pain killing me over the years.
Scars.
Bruises.
And im the one who losses.
Now i feel nothing.
Fear nothing.
Trust.
Love.
Safety.
Are all just works you used to make me.
Cry.
Die.
Sin.
Put that knife to her arm and close her eyes to watch it all end.
I woke up. As a young child.
Still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes my child hood was taken from me. And the pain followed as I set my teen feet on the cold floor. Standing up into my friends arms I see the sun coming up. I sit down at the breakfast table running my head hungover for the night before. I push my chair away and cut my wrists. Music screaming in my ear. Get up and I'm off to work, my two jobs. Pay my bills. It's time for lunch she wants to kill herself. In mid day and I'm to blame? I'm to blame..? The short years of my life have been devoted to her happiness. But you pushed me away. Ok.. I swolow it down. Just waiting for ni
I promise angel.
I will make this night.
the night you will always remember.
the night that you will never forget.
the night you will be up screaming about.
with your fingers six inches inside you.
as to beg for remembrance.
I will be the best thing ever done to you .
but the worst thing that has ever happend.
tonight will be the night you will be searching for for the rest of your life.
tonight will be the scars on your body.
the disappointment
every time someone touches you.
and when you have no where else to search the noose around your neck like my lips on your throat.
now close your eyes.
and let me love you to death.
Standing face to face with the devil.
In a court room called a church.
Where your judged for your sins.
And doomed from birth.
In fire you will burn.
And in Hell you will rest.
This court room augured.
And your life sentence set.
Memories.
Flashbacks.
Of pain.
Confusion.
Tied down and raped.
Tied up and beat.
Bruises.
Cuts.
From my head to my feet.
Every time i got drunk.
Every time i got high.
Id hide in my bed and cry.
Cover my mouth and scream that i wanted to die.
But its now been five years and till now i had those memories forgot.
Till i met you.
Till i told you.
Till you took it personally.
Took it to heart
And now that you know its ripping me apart.
you talk about it.
You sing about it.
as if it was some casual thing you were pissed about.
its been five years of nothing now all i can do is think about it.
Know iv been fine for almost six years.
No sleepless nights
No tears.
No unneeded memories.
I didn't feel emotion.
Hurt.
Anger.
Sadness.
I could express it outward .
But never feel it.
Some questioned my sanity.
But it didn't matter to me all the same.
But that night you touched me.
And if felt so much the same.
That it all came back to me in a wave of pure agony and pain.
Now my nights are often sleepless.
and tears i now cry.
Now i look back and wish i haden't told you.
That i could have just lied.
Cause i was fine till you were by my side.
Helping me?.
Saving me?.
Your trying to justify the thing that created me.
In not saying what he did
Your Fate.
I wont rest until your bones are dust.
This is the pursuit of your lust driven hate.
Your plead for forgiveness but its to late
So close your eyes and take whats coming to you
This is your fate.
The day you die is the day i will close my eyes.
Inside i know its not my place.
But it wouldn't be hard.
The pain your have inflicted.
Now you have been Convicted.
By the end of the day you will be preying for hell.
And you will welcome it with open arms.
For what you have done will be done to you.
You plead innocent but we know its true.
Knowing your alive puts my mind at ease.
Because hell would be to easy and heavens out of reach.
Yo
I've been abused.Used.Raped. by pollyamik, literature
Literature
I've been abused.Used.Raped.
I've been abused.
Used.
Raped.
How much can i take?
Molested.
And to you i just confessed this.
I've slit my wrists.
For every empty wish.
I've been abandon.
Left.
You think your better then the last best?
Lies.
Tears.
The pain killing me over the years.
Scars.
Bruises.
And im the one who losses.
Now i feel nothing.
Fear nothing.
Trust.
Love.
Safety.
Are all just works you used to make me.
Cry.
Die.
Sin.
Put that knife to her arm and close her eyes to watch it all end.
I woke up. As a young child.
Still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes my child hood was taken from me. And the pain followed as I set my teen feet on the cold floor. Standing up into my friends arms I see the sun coming up. I sit down at the breakfast table running my head hungover for the night before. I push my chair away and cut my wrists. Music screaming in my ear. Get up and I'm off to work, my two jobs. Pay my bills. It's time for lunch she wants to kill herself. In mid day and I'm to blame? I'm to blame..? The short years of my life have been devoted to her happiness. But you pushed me away. Ok.. I swolow it down. Just waiting for ni
Oh, we're so brilliant, aren't we?
We're so freaking lovely.
We're filled with glowing rainbow pride
And we're so pretty it's ugly
Our self-made wounds throb with beauty
And you'll paint your face with hypocrisy
We're everything we're believed to be
We're saviors and artists and celebrities
We're gulping down ego and inhaling pride
We're gestating self-worth in our insides
We're icons of envy to all of our peers
Self-assured by attention attained all these years
I'm something you need and something you're not
She's almost so hideous that it's something I want
But I did say almost
(But you did say want)
Oh, we're such liars
It
Roses are red, Violets are blue
Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you?
When I open my card, I hope to find
an original, sweet, more creative line.
All that you do, is scribble your name
at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame!
Tut...roses are red, violets are blue
Do I look bloody colour blind to you?!
You didn't even write it! It came with the card!
Poetry isn't exactly hard!
Sweetheart, I love you, really I do
But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue!
Couldn't you have made an effort this time?
Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line!
Most girls love romance, well I do for sure!
Tu Peut même parler f
Passionless saints tie our lips together
and I crush our voice in my hands
Lift the nape of your neck
and breathe you in, hush
(you fill the air).
Godless gospels
pass through us
while the night stumbles
gently on
You dream in a dark
wine sea
and I drift helplessly
after
finding words at midnights
to memorise for you
only to keep them locked secretly
with love on my tongue.
You are my love letter
curling naked in the heat
your spine beautiful and bare
as our unlaced feet.
Our shadows touch
a leaf falls on itself.
pink dusk spreads across the sky
farewelling the dark storm
of your hair across the sleepy pillow.
The sound of you breathing
e
I am the words you hear
that make you tremble
that make you break down
You know you want me
masochist
The little tiny bites
on your neck scream
you love it, you love it
I am the panting
you wake to in the night
The seductive agony
strangling you
oh sweet suffocation
draining you
pricking you
pleasing you
A little bloody mess on the floor
but I know you want more
Your smile
used to make me so happy.
The only thing
that can bring me such pleasure now
is your screams.
I really
didn't want it
to end this way.
The caverns in my heart
that used to love you
are so filled with darkness
that the blood on the floor
and your pathetic pleas
make me laugh.
It's your fault that I'm like this.
Your fault that I'm such a monster.
You've ruined me, corrupted my soul.
I can't let you go on
or the world
will be filled with people like me.
Your twisted toys.
You were everything
I had ever wanted.
The perfect girl.
It's such a shame
that you kept
so many secrets.
I would have loved to hear them
in that musical voice o
When I said I was hurt you checked for bruises, when I said I'm crying you looked for tears. And when I said I am all alone, you looked around the room, looking back at me you whispered, "your tears are dry no bruises show and this room is filled with people.." As my eyes started to water and I whispered back,- you looked a little confused. When i said, -"How can you be so blind.. My eyes are dry the tears are inside.. My bruises don't show? Look deeper and you will see the blood flow.. And this room may be full but my heart is empty.. " You looked back, again confused, you took my hand and and with that you said," I don't understand but I pr
I don't wait up at night anymore hoping that you will text me in the dead of the night when you are feeling alone.
I no longer dream of the day that you will remember me and finally come home.
I no longer call your number just to hear your voice.
I no longer read your letters that you use to write me, so long ago.
I no longer look up your picture to see your face.
I no longer hold my pillow tight closing my eyes and imaging your embrace.
No. I am no longer sad that I have lost you.
Lost such a dear friend.
I am no longer sad that I don't hear from you.
I am no longer sad that the man I truly love, after eight years has forgotten
your a person. a man. no a child.
your set. your afraid.
your in this punk rocker, goth, emo, phase. stage.
of life. life?
death. suicide. your answer to the pain.
the pain inside, outside.
dripping off your finger tips.
the tears running down your cheeks.
coming hard.
your keeping it inside.
outside.
your ok your fine.
it puts you at ease knowing in the end we will all die.
live? is there life after this?
maybe but you don't believe that to be true.
you don't know.
confused? slightly.
more then you know.
im just gonna leave this here and finish later
i want you to kiss me, with you whole body...
like i want to kiss your whole body.
i want to feel you inside...
like i want to be inside you.
i want you to touch me....
like i want to touch you.
and i want you close to me....
like we will never be apart.