Love is pain. it cuts through human flesh, hollowing the body out, leaving nothing but an empty shell. It’s like the Grim Reaper, taking your life away without consent or warning. It drains you of every drop of blood dwelling in your body. It’s good for awhile, but you always get screwed in the end.… Continue reading Painful Pleasure
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minds of the ages
–please read to the end, the story comes together fluently at its end– (ghost speaking) An empty shell, of what once was, is all that can contain me now. Here in this dark and dingy palace of the dead I am overcome with the emotions of a gutted mind, haphazardly piled onto one another, cancelling… Continue reading minds of the ages
LEACH
I loved you once That wasn’t enough I loved you twice And it meant nothing You sucked me in Drained my ability to love I am now, but a shell An empty shell Cracked open and bleeding Because of your carelessness Once a delicate rose I am but ashes now Are you proud of what… Continue reading LEACH
Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Sorry, but I’ve forgotten how to love I can’t feel that feeling anymore Sorry, but I wouldn’t care if you died Your just part of the everything that no longer matters to me Dissect my brain, go right ahead You’ll just see that inside all my thoughts will leave you dead Now there’s just nothing… Continue reading Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
Sorry, but I’ve forgotten how to love I can’t feel that feeling anymore Sorry, but I wouldn’t care if you died Your just part of the everything that no longer matters to me Dissect my brain, go right ahead You’ll just see that inside all my thoughts will leave you dead Now there’s just nothing… Continue reading Poem-Kill The Persona, Kill Yourself
the tears of black ink
if the darkness clouds my sole and the coldness imbraces my cold empty shell when to that day i will be the rotten yung adult i am so rock hard and and die now lol……. SilverRose
My Cage
I sit inside my cage I drown myself in sin with a crown of dirty razor blades and bloody safety pins