

angel in the night..An angel in the night.. Snow white cocaine flesh Sweet lashes blinking. Eyes of eternity, Look longingly through me, Bloody corpse, soulless son.angel in the night..
Razor blade still in hand Slicked, stabbed, slipped right into sour flesh. She whispers "why?" Slit across a cry for help. Hopeful hollow tension hangs the air. Dripping drops of heavens creation drowned, No mercy for the wicked self, Damned to death. Lips of luster blue kiss her cheek Sorrowful screams, demon death in me. She screeched "Did I let you die?" Pale faced with mourning melted into tear
Ihavenot been home in 13 days

Save me sourI want you to save me, Sweeten out my soured sins Pull me above the layer of iceSave me sour
reel me in entice entice... I need you to save me, Stuff me full of happy times Heal my broken soul.. Help me learn to crawl stand walk away from it all. Kiss my frozen lips, Pucker up this bloody mess Warm my numbed heart, Make me lose this frothy tart I need you to save me, I want you to give me that intoxicating breath. I need you, I want you, But you don't.
Memories

Cutter...in the PastShe runs fingers gently, Over each and every scar, Remembering the times, She went a bit too far.Cutter...in the Past
The simple thrill, The emotion too, Yes...she use to cut, The Hurt...pain...it subdue.
Beautiful, has always been both inside...and out But life threw her betrayals Agony, Suffering, Doubt
Her mind was always turning And She Started to believe The Ugly, Rude comments Others seemed to perceive.
And malevolent males, In their discontent With Wanton, needy touches, Added to her torment
So to ease
Devious Comments
Saw you stopped by and
Thanks! It just...flowed...
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beat backbones ;
grazed the poem and made it strange ;
i wasn't born to be a skeleton.
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go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera ;
go on, film the world before it happens.
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I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of loverboys.
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See every now and then I love life but hate to admit it, because it spreads the jinx of the sleeping cynic.
p.s- I love runts makes me want to hit a candy store soon ha
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Bi and LOVING it! YAYS! ^_^ *skipskip*
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Interwebz!
Great imagery in your words!
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pssh
you live with mountains i think youll be fine
I guess you usually come in the summer tho lol, because grand p. gets pretty cold too
Edmonton is way funner tho!
especially with me around
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haha sweet we can totally spoon in your bed, I'm not use to the Canadian cold
hot dog when?
haha ill make room for you in my beeeeeedroom
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lol
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I want to eat your face!
lol
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