dreams bloody dreams

i cry. everyone cries.
the moonlight seeks my approval
i hold onto and cherish my sadness
depression is a comforting wound.
you hurt.
i died for you.
i died upon my upside down cross.
if i knew where you were
i’d find a wound in which you had
and i would lay salt in it
just to watch you squeal as you breathed.
if you slit your throat
i’d become excited.
id know that you have come to bare
as much pain as i bore for you forever.

By memories burned

my name is danielle. i'm a pretty dark person. i don't dress like a goth so i get slashed for being a poser. fuck that. i have my own style. i wear whats comfortable..i listen to many different styles of music.but my thoughts are mostly cold and morbid.