Where are we when forever ends?
I'm crying and restless,
bleading to death,
Sitting upon my blood-stained bed.
Waiting for you to come and save me.
There isn't anything here for me.
Murder me and that will be precious,
I'd love you forever, whomever you be.
My bloodied prince; my masochist.
My saviour; my beloved...
Now, come to me and be my saviour.
Come to me and make me die.
It won't be too hard,
There's nothing left at all inside.
I'm worthless, disgusting,
Weary and lonely,
Dead and unfed,
I'm sure no one will mind.
So, why is it that those whose death wish,
Is truely just that...a death wish;
Can't ever seem to die,
No matter how hard we try,
This world is addicted to people's pain.
And quite frankly i find it rather vain.
Such a volatile, gruesome land,
So here would you please take this knife from thy hand,
And thrash it through my hollowed heart.
I'm begging you to take my life,
And allow me to rest in pieces,
In a coffin deep below this world.
I'll be much happier, not being alive,
And I promise to love you forever...
I'll even love you after,
Because what are we when forever ends?
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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