Nightmares are the life force.
For once I think I will open my eyes, For once I will love everything I despise. Just to see how beautiful, it can be when you are hating me.
I'll stay in the void where you left your hate, I'll stay in the path of the opening gate, Just hoping it will knock me to the floor, Whilst I call you name
Forever more.
I'm fucked up because I said I am, I love her and I don't give a damn.
Latly I find myself at the mercy of myself. I think I may be finally ok, but then I fall and I see only myself with a reclined hand laughing at the voyd before him, laying in filth, failing, dieing so silently. Anyway, I guess I can't help myself if I have no faith in myself. I have no reason to have any faith. Well I have been turning down my blade a lot latly. I can thank my friends for that. I miss it though. The sweet feeling of a sharp ice-cold pointed edge. Gliding with the smoothest of grace across rugged skin. Slowly tearing the encasing apart and letting wine so thick, rise and spill upon my eyes. As I hold my hands high toward the sky, in hopes of maybe the skies' shattering so it may spit upon me. As I lay drenched in madness, I capture the thought of she who has giving me hope and who has mutilated my heart. If I stand here bleeding from my chest, will you lick my wounds clean? I had a long series of nightmares last night. One after the other, grusome tales of murder towards myself. I tried to scream through every one of them, but I was unable to. I was hanging upside down, slowly being lowered into a valley of snakes, pit vipers poised, hissing, ready to strike with fangs overflowing with venom. I watched in horror above me, as the hand of a demon would snip my rope. Sending me falling to my demise. I tried to scream for help, while everyone looking at me laughed. They took amusement out of my death. Before I fell, I woke up, into another nightmare. The scarriest part of this whole thing was, in the end, I enjoyed the racing heart beat and wanted more. Something tells me I'm not ok anymore.
I'll stay in the void where you left your hate, I'll stay in the path of the opening gate, Just hoping it will knock me to the floor, Whilst I call you name
Forever more.
I'm fucked up because I said I am, I love her and I don't give a damn.
Latly I find myself at the mercy of myself. I think I may be finally ok, but then I fall and I see only myself with a reclined hand laughing at the voyd before him, laying in filth, failing, dieing so silently. Anyway, I guess I can't help myself if I have no faith in myself. I have no reason to have any faith. Well I have been turning down my blade a lot latly. I can thank my friends for that. I miss it though. The sweet feeling of a sharp ice-cold pointed edge. Gliding with the smoothest of grace across rugged skin. Slowly tearing the encasing apart and letting wine so thick, rise and spill upon my eyes. As I hold my hands high toward the sky, in hopes of maybe the skies' shattering so it may spit upon me. As I lay drenched in madness, I capture the thought of she who has giving me hope and who has mutilated my heart. If I stand here bleeding from my chest, will you lick my wounds clean? I had a long series of nightmares last night. One after the other, grusome tales of murder towards myself. I tried to scream through every one of them, but I was unable to. I was hanging upside down, slowly being lowered into a valley of snakes, pit vipers poised, hissing, ready to strike with fangs overflowing with venom. I watched in horror above me, as the hand of a demon would snip my rope. Sending me falling to my demise. I tried to scream for help, while everyone looking at me laughed. They took amusement out of my death. Before I fell, I woke up, into another nightmare. The scarriest part of this whole thing was, in the end, I enjoyed the racing heart beat and wanted more. Something tells me I'm not ok anymore.