pinkbubblesnake

But can we understand it? Its thrown around so much, so broken and abused. Weve tainted it havent we? Love has become so over used. Spoiled it with our lust of youth. Can it not exist, as a sweet tender kiss? Without a pressure in your neck, To submiss, to fall, to get down on your knees. Without love we would all fall into heck. They're all doing it don't you see?

Are we quietly dreaming, Or wandering through reality? Give me a chance to stop the screaming, And a chance to set me free. Hold the barrel to your lips forgetting any meaning, And all the questions - one shot and then we will see.

Stop myself for a moment. Can't you hear? Can't you hear? Sit myself down for a second. Can't. You. Hear? Her voice is reaching out to me. Her lies are all that I can see. Shes running her fingers over scarred skin. Sensing the haunting memories held within. She strokes my throat with cold steel. Its sharp edge, and the warmth I feel. She pulls it slowly against my cheek. Suddenly shaking, I feel so weak. And then. Skull crashing into the wall. And then. Tears begin to fall. She holds onto my throat tightly. Choking me ever so slightly. She looks down and begins to speak. And again. I. feel. so. weak. "Can't you hear? Open

Don't you go telling me theres a reward, That I cannot fucking reach! Telling me all your golden ideas and opinions, That you forvever fucking preach! Listen so hard, Im frustrated by you cus, Twisting dark strands of hair around my finger. Pull, tear, shred and rip it all fucking out. The faster its done the longer pain will linger. Right, now I can't hear you anymore. My skulls filling with the screaming... And shes telling me I'm a fucking whore! A state where I wish I was dreaming. So fucking cliche, yet Im sure it's real. She loves all my frightened tears. People sing it so very often. For gods sake, shes feeding on my fea

Fingers out stretched, Lost within memories. Painfully pressing my palms onto the icy mirror. Fiery hot pain beginning to explode, The glass cracks. Agony pulsating within my body. I grapple with the urge to recoil. Straining with every fibre of my being. To retain the contact. Of my blazing fingertips on the mirror the frozen surface. The moon is tinted a blue hue here by the glowing moon. I can tell my eyes are painfully red. I greet the mirror with my other hand. Softly touch the tip of my nose against my reflection. Then pulling my hands down as I relax myself. The melting rose colour liquid spills onto the darkened surface.

Burnt smouldering wings on an angels back, Her fall from grace oh so sinister, and those tears have stained her face, She is a poised atop a throne made of roses. An angel will rarely stay beautiful and pure. Werent we all innocent in the beginning? We grow darker day after day, Slowly being claimed by the worlds decay. Our minds become broken and twisted, The wings tainted a crimson red. And we begin to bleed and rust, The smiling faces fade into the dust. Our world is breaking down here can you tell? Everythings turning into red and the siren is sounding. And the tortured screams of the damned rise high. Havent we been awaiti

Thats another ten minutes passed. I feel. That nothing I do is worthwile. I want someone to smile, As a result of my existence. Something that I've done or said. To make a connection with someone else. And for them to understand. Them to feel compelled to smile a little. Then I will feel as though Im someone. And not nothing.

Mentally forcing the ticking of the clock. I will the time away as I feel my eyelids fall. I yearn for the final sand to fall. Every second that passes. I can feel the dull hollowing lonliness grow. The self loathing. The aching for it to pass again. Falling into the darkness yet again. I feel her holding me here. Yet im sat here, by myself. And it doesn't even have a reason anymore.