Homicide-On-Parade

Seductive Little Bitch. Blowing fake bloody kisses to the passers by. Never thought I could love someone as plastic as you. Plastic like a doll, a doll everyone wants. You can clearly see that no one is worthy of a creature as breath taking as you. We are your marionettes, your broken dolls, bending at your command. You are the queen of hearts. We bow before you, pleading to ourselves that you'll notice us. Nothings ever good enough. Not for you. Love means nothing to you. You take pleasure in our pain. I love they way you hurt me. The way you don't care. Happy too be your marionette. Bending on command. Wishing I could touch

Forgotten Together. We'll slit our wrists on colored cathedral glass; I always knew it would be god that killed me. We'll drift away to the end of time. Forgotten together. We'll stuff our throats with bullets and fill our wrists with razors. Our sweet suicide. We thought we were never loved. We were drones in this world. We'll drift away to the back of everyone's mind. Forgotten together. Our pulses slow. Our hearts stop. The blood stills in the veins. As we drift away to another place. We'll wrap rope around our necks and swallow the pills of silence. Our breath stops, clinging to the air. Our eyes glaze over. In the back o

                      Paper Monsters Scared like a child left alone. Glancing at each side. Searching for that monster out to get me. No one to save me from the things in the dark. Claws scrape my face. Bony hands wrap around my ankles and pull me under the bed. Decayed faces and button eyes. Bloody claws and rusty knives. Stuck in my own mind. Stuck under the bed. The rattle of keys and the scrape feet. Icy frail fingers dance on my warm cheek. Too hard to make it stop. Unable to wake up from this darkened wonderland. Too scared to scream. Too weak to shake them off. Someone shake me. Get me out. Scared like a child left a

Blank Another glance of your face and my mind goes blank, I never knew what nothing was until you. All those empty songs. And meaningless poems. Slurs of words and tones. Mean nothing without you. I never knew what loneliness was without you. To sit in a full room and feel hollow. The gaping pain you left with me is all I have left of you. It sits in silence in my empty body. Bones and skin. Amazing I can live without a heart. I never knew what pain was until you. The slash of skin and the break of bones. The cold of winter. I fell and lost my way in this wretched labyrinth you set out for me. I never knew how the truth hurts

The Familiar Ache The scratch of your stomach. The knot in your throat. The secret you can't bare to tell. The monster under your bed. All the pain you can't escape. The tears the makes your eyeliner run. Your biggest fear. Your nightmare. The Familiar ache. The beautiful below. The blood on your hands. The blade of your knife. The bed of nails you are forced to lie upon. Wired jaws and sewed lips. Burnt roses and colored glass. The hole in your head. The pain that never fades. The Familiar ache. The emotions that don't matter. The mocking laughs. Paper cuts and razor blades. Bullets and chains. The shackles on your fe

Silent Gods. You'll reach up to the light, to touch a face of a silent god. A silent god you will never feel. The winter took all it had come for, now summer takes apart the world and dances in place. There is no such thing as peace, no such thing as truth. Not to you and I. Silent gods. We'll tear the world apart at the seams. Pulling at the threads, the crimson threads of the earth. Our inner demons will show, the inner poison we both share. We'll cut the world till it seeps the red of our sins. The inside fabrics of the world will tear. Bleeding out the sins and souls of silent gods. Leaving it an emotionless vessel. Nothing

                                        My mind's biggest crush. (1) I stared at my typing hands, white knuckles, bony fingers; skin looks transparent, veins spidering down to my wrists. Lyrics slowly drifting to my ears, to my mind. I shiver, I looked earlier and it was about 58 degrees in my room. I look back at my bed, wanting to crawl back under the covers and hide from all of this. My mother is laughing, that cackle. I'll always remember it. His laugh starts shortly after, I sigh. She had sex with him again. Every time I think she's not that horrible she does something like this, reminds me that she submits herself to highly promiscuous

   I look back on my life and see that it wasn't as bad as I put out. My father didn't hit me as much as he did my brother and sister, but why do they seem so happy? Why do they have friends? Have lives? Why do I have to be the freak?   My sister once told me that my mother was awful to her to, would sling insults at her and all she would say back was "I'm sorry". That when they were alone my mother would say things like "You're a cunt" and my sister would reply "I'm sorry". She told me she admired me for telling my mother that she were no better than I. That she was a whore and a liar. That I knew I was a failure, a disgrace, a freak. That

I remember when my love for being thin first came about, or maybe it hasn't even begun to hit me yet. I was 8 years old and it was Spring Break. My best friend at the time was another 8 year old girl named Holly. She was cute, a little girl cute, but since I've always tired to seem mature I looked more adult cute. We decided that spring that we were both slightly in need of losing weight. She didn't seem to take it as seriously as I did. I decided to stop eating, even for awhile, just to lose weight. I remember when I didn't eat more than 6 meals in 2 weeks I was so proud, I looked, in my mind, thin. I remember marching my way to her house i