GothicInsaneness

All I want...is something sharp I promise I won't harm myself I just want to look at it... Just run my finger along the edge Along the sleek metal, and hope to bleed I promise I won't cut... Well, maybe just a tiny cut Not tiny...medium Not medium...deep Deeper than the the sea I'm sorry... I'm sorry for your tears Do you forgive me? Forgive me for making you cry... I'll cry too if you want... I'll shed a tear for every scar A tear for every kiss For every harsh word you've said to me All the times you've broken my heart Everytime you've made me cry... All I want... What do I want? Do I want happiness? Love? Friends?

The past is the past Meant to be burried away in time So why can I not stop thinking of you? Plauging my mind twenty-four, seven Visions of our time together Raging war in my head, taking over my dreams I still feel your touch, your kiss, your fingers Driving me insane with your smell, a smell oh so sweet Hold me again, tell me its alright... Tell me it was just a dream Our fantasy is a reality Our dreams are real and breathing I don't want this to end, My little fantasy world Being in your arms for eternity The past is the past... Meant to be burried away in time... So why...Can I not stop loving you?

You've left me so long ago... Why do I still think of you? You broke my heart many times... Why do I still yearn for you? You made me cry so many tears... Why does my heart ache for you? I shouldn't think of you... You belong to someone else I shouldn't want you... You're heart is with another I shouldn't fantasize about you... You've plauged my dreams so much... If this is love then I don't want it I don't want to feel this heart ache... I dont want to feel this pain... I just want to feel you in my arms...

Suicidal Entity Visions of Animosity Servants to The All Might "God" Rebels for Anarchy

The sounds of keys being tapped on the keyboard echoed through the whole house. A soft golden light illuminated the room, casting shadows on the wall. A faded blue light glowed from the computer screen in front of her face. Bottles of water and soda cans littered the computer desk, a plate full of sunflower shells sat in front of the speakers, with a moldy apple core in the middle of the plate. The keys continued to tap, as the figure looked down to her left. Four bodies lay sleeping, each holding one as if trying to protect one another from the cold night air. A sadistic smirk found its way onto her face. Her dark eyes flaring with hatred

That to whom we sell our souls to That to whom you praise to THAT! As to who we believe will save us all Pathetic beliefs... Don't you understand? This is no HIM There was no birth! HE DOES NOT EXIST! Where was He when your daughters were raped? Your sons shot down? Your mothers abused? Your fathers turned to alcohol? Where was He when they beat you Tortured your soul Broke your spirit And raped your mind? People base their religion On someone they can't see... Someon they can't touch... Someone they can't hear... Someone who just doesn't care