A poem about a very cliche type suicide…first “decent” poem I’ve wrote in a good while…I guess. Her black eyeliner ran down her face As she cried tears of infinite disgrace Her pale white skin turn cold As she made the very last fold To the note she will leave behind There’s nothing more for… Continue reading A Cliche Suicide
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ReSPecT!
We have no fucking respect.. NOTHING for us from them.. Once we die.. They laughed.. We die.. They Smile.. We die.. They dance on our fucking grave! NO RESPECT? HELL WITH THAT! let all of us committ mass suicide! Think we will like it? probably not. But have to, to proove them how WE are… Continue reading ReSPecT!
Suicide…
We have no fucking respect.. NOTHING for us from them.. Once we die.. They laughed.. We die.. They Smile.. We die.. They dance on our fucking grave! NO RESPECT? HELL WITH THAT! let all of us committ mass suicide! Think we will like it? probably not. But have to, to proove them how WE are… Continue reading Suicide…
My Last Chance
A collaborative effort of Sacrifice Theory and MourningStar2002. Posted with permission from the band Tears of Pain. My Last Chance Suicide, my one last chance, One last hope. The knife is here, in my hand. I just need to use it. It’s my last dance. One last time on the floor, Dancing to the beat.… Continue reading My Last Chance
Shadows of the Dark
Kava stepped up to the front door and looked around. The house had no door bell and no house number. Boy, she thought, someone really doesn’t want anybody to find this house. Kava peered through in window only to see what looked like a regular home. Chairs, couches, tables, colors, everything that her house has.… Continue reading Shadows of the Dark
Because of You (poem)
I shouldn’t have to feel like this I’ve far too long lived the lies I refuse to go another day I’m breaking off all ties.
what you wanted
“i never wanted you in the first place.” he stated like he wanted those words to drill into my brain, to make me go away. “well then next time use a condom.”