This will be the last time I ever see your face
I’m leaving here  tonight in hope of fate
And a better place

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is
You’re the only one in love

Begging me to stay
Is such a sweet sight?
To bad my headlights are too bright
Crash into my arms
Drench my sweatshirt in tears
Watch me pull away
With a smile on my face
Ill trace you’re cheeks
With my cold fingers

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is
You’re the only one in love

Grab my arm with fear
That I’m leaving tonight
Dig your fingernails into my skin
Make my flesh sting
But I bet its not going to hurt as much as what I'm going to do tonight
Think of this as a favor that I'm doing you
How can you say you love me?
When you cant do the same for you

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is
You’re the only one in love

It’s a shame doll face
To see you cry in the rain
Now back away from the car door

Ill drive slow so you can see me leave
Like the many times you’ve done to me
Don’t cry doll face
Please don’t
It shouldn’t hurt 
You’ve done this so many times
The only difference is…










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The hunger of the starved is gleaming in their eyes, as if to say they feed off of hope just to survive. The lonely and forgotten embrace faith to find love in the emptiness of their life. The human race pushes everything aside and gets sucked into envy and money. They take what they have for granted and in its place put misery. They fall into a place where mercy is no longer allowed, until they’re left with their sorrow pain and hate. Until their only alternative is the gun in their hand, but they don’t think about the bullet making its entry way into their temple leaving the heart racing and dying down while the blood splatters on the wall and runs down their head. With their eyes left open to see regret. They just don’t make out the fact of the failures and choices they’ve made. Death and then happiness is what rushes through their veins, head, and then hands. When they finally pull the trigger darkness happens and they are left alone and lost to deal with the damned.






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Disgust

03/14/2013

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Hush
Don’t say a word
Let the pain collect inside your gut
Until you feel sick and throw up
Let the acid burn the back of your throat
Let your knuckles turn white from the clutch you’ve got going on
Stay on your knees and let your hands tremble
Let the tears run down your rosy red cheeks
Stand up look at the mirror and thrust you’re head back down onto the toilet seat
To clutch your safe haven






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Once upon a time there was love in the air
 Then it took a dark and twisted path to screaming and terror

Bickering became a routine
And physical pain became a constant thing

Until the fear became anger
And control seemed unfair 

They watched as their bones cracked and saw them split
Felt the fragments fly and cleaned up their bloody lips

Then they came to their senses
And tried to mend them with gauze and plaster

The moral of the story is
This love story had no happily ever after










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