My love for you runs through my veins. Your knife My heart My blood Your tongue I miss you. . . My last breath Too much blood Hatred pumping through my black heart Dried up and blood filled smoke lines. Your voice is booming inside of my head And my heart melts Faces sinking Puling hair and biting finger nails Encrusted against the tissue walls of my veins. Sandcastle clouds In my dreams you are an angel In reality you’re just a fanged monster Dripping blood from the corners of your vampire mouth My swollen scarred up wrists need your loves kiss My pants drop to my ankles You drop to your knees I cry… Inside I die… blind A blank canvas and my heart Take it in your fist and smear the Stains of my love… I want you but he comes into my focus [Cut out my eyes] And I can’t As wet as I…deny myself. Deny. I want to make love to you but… As wet as I…deny myself. Deny. Come back my love Just look me in the eyes for a second All I ask is for an eraser Rub away my past and replace it With you. please love me ----- Items that are similar tend to be grouped together. I don’t want to be your fucking guinea pig. Fuck me… And you need to shape those eyebrows and get rid of those black eyes. Put on a fake smile ad say ‘everything’s alright’. Brush your hair and pull it back so tight that it gives you a home made face lift. Put on some clean and perfectly pressed clothes and show some flesh to make men want to fuck you. Make sure that you always wear a bra to keep your tits in place. Go get some nice jewellery that shines in the sun and put on some much make up that you need a chisel to scrape it off. Just sit and smile and don’t speak encase you say something that might reveal…who you really are [I’m not perfect; I’m not a beauty queen. I’m just me.] I don’t brush my hair, and it is dreading itself. I don’t wash and I hardly brush my teeth. My clothes have holes in and are as dirty as can be. I don’t wear make up – well only a little eyeliner that runs down my face during the day. My wrists hold dried up blood from weeks and months ago. I don’t eat and my flesh is rotting. I never wear underwear and if I do its only when I have to. But the one thing that I do right is keep it all shoved down, tied up with a soggy rope and kept inside a bottle that’s floating off to sea. I need to reveal who I really am. Minutes Hours Years Lifetimes Inside I’m dying Outside I’m laughing I’m smiling I’m fucking I’m bleeding Inside I’m dying Outside I’m laughing.