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That Night Iii: Writings From the Heart

A dream, in incubus it came to me
Like ink on paper it showed so bright
Contrasting life and death, day and night
Brought with the last tear shed
Screaming those bloody words
"It won't work, you'll get hurt again"
The fragile clishe i broke again
Painting my nails black with bruises
To prove that it's all for hope and love
But once again I beat the system
To be whole once more I let her in
Melting in the eyes of beauty and sin
Quivering with every move she made
And living one breath at a time
To anxiouosly await the next meet
Of our eyes and hands for moments coming

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Kill For You

I'm so weak, suicidal by ways of you
Just walk, how could you be so cold
Off that ledge to the flat bottom
It's a stain on my clear concious
Driving you to your death is a guilty pleasure
Since the day you turned your back
I did this for you
Not at all for us

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Unless Otherwise Noted

Tempting it is to end it all
Overwhelming depression, Nothing but a normal day
Will I ever be able to put it down
The blade that has become my passage
To not a home nor place at all
But a moment trapped in time to relive
Clinging to life like a starved leech
It never seems to cut deep enough
I'll end mine to save hers
Once again I am selfless
Her wish was my command
Then I got trown into the sun
She was given everything
And asked for nothing
So in effort to alleviate her angst
I will condemn myself 
My needs never mattered to anybody
So I will rid the world of my disease
Unless otherwise noted

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Different Love

I'm here to cut the glass with the grass
Leave my mark of blood I will
From the hurt of the loss of love it's left without remorse
Spilling from the innocent hearts
I came to the abyss
To spray and load my head with things never to happen
Seaping from a cut, the blood of wicked lies
Coming to show my worth and tremendous youth lost and gone
I'll never find it without help or cause
Imagine a love so great that you can't even bleed anymore
From the joy it brought and light it showed you cry nightly
Take that six times over 
And you'll get my love for the hate of the slut

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We'Re Moving Again

In the poetic violence he will sing
With such manners as to offend all
But on the road does it really matter
Never again will he see them
He's painted lawns with others' blood
Because he will never return to places so dramatic
The man he has become is too laid back
Not he will disrupt others but distract
When they look away he'll be gone in a flash
And when the lights are off he will stay
So many occurances have the words he dreads 
Been spoken to not come back home
"We're moving" heard much too often
And much too often does he stay nights
Inns annotated as others' homes
He has made home
And the road simply his driveway

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One Step Ahead

When will you cover
When will you see
That all you're doing is saving me
Accusing me so psychotic
Using my temper as a weapon
I'll hail to how clever you have become
But never will I fall behind
I am always one step ahead
You're known too well to succeed
In your mission to destroy me
So now I anxiously wait
To see if you can outsmart me

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The Pet Peeve Converstaion

I waited with anxious thoughts
Contemplating what to say about it
The pet peev conversation was suitable
In light of recent events I saw this a blessing
A chance to show everyone in the room that I feel
I never wanted things to be so dramatic
But it calls for drastic actions to be taken
Something to prove I'm not sadistic
And some words to penetrate their minds
I approached the odium with no thoughts
I spoke upon reaction to my sights
I stared at her face as I spoke
"Dishonesty," Lying for almost two years
"Betrayal," turning some of my best friends against me
And "loyalty," staying true with your words and heart
I sat down with eyes upon me
The people were stunned with what they had heard
The tension surmounted until I spoke
"Surprised huh? I CAN feel."

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Everything Crimson ( Not Mine...Never Mine )

...The first to love shal know the most of my hate
The man's machine she fed me to, I created myself
Frankenstein's Monster turned on his master, as did mine
Sprayed the homes with my blood, in horrific rain it fell
Painting, showering everything crimson around
Water to blood, stone to red
Henceforth my name will not be spoken but whispered in fear
"He we do not speak of" they will know me as
The murderers already recognize it, my name
For I am at the top of this game
The Gein and Jeffery showed John what insanity meant
Mr. Zodiac perfected it
Now I have rose passed the Ripper and Spike
THough I cannot shed this skin I'm in
Giving birth to what I know I truly am
Suicidal, homicidal, maniacal
The man's machine has torn me down
Painting everything crimson
But not with my blood...never with my blood

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...But Not Like You

Purity
It's all I ever wanted
Honesty
It's what you had lost
Loving me 
For you came so hard
But leaving Me 
Came so easy

Why do I even try 
To be with you
There are others in this world
Who shunned me away
But not like you

Cut my wrists
Leave me bleeding
Only slits
What's the harm
I'm off the grids
To watch your slander
Your walking quick
To avoid me

Why did I even try
To be with you
There are others in this world
Who shunned me away
But not like you
NOT LIKE YOU

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Making My Presence Known

If you be a man of state of truth
You'll tell me how I came to you
Tell me how I came to you
Through her eyes I know no ruth
Two buried beneath the stable doors
I cannot form a way found out
For the rapists and dealers know me well
The killers will now know me well

I'll come to their door and slit their throat
After the torcher goes to claim
The life of the victims he has slain
By pliars I pull his nails out
And hammer his wrists to the oak
As never before seen by eyes
Religious or not they'll be crucified
Drilling holes in his knees
The scream, and pains of the suffering
Bring with them a joyful smirk
His eyelids cut out with dull scissors
And six inches of needle in left eye
Proved my point long ago
But to really make my presence known
Seven-eigths wood bore to his forehead
Then my hands are bloody again

My teeth grit hard through my smile

Sadistic I've become in my write and will
Now tell me Lovely One
Do you finally see a portion?
So small a fraction of what goes on in this head

Now I will make my presence known
To the one who hurt you the most
Adam's his name and he will die
In a manner in which I described
Perhaps even worse upon my mood

I'm in a Hell no one's been in
So nobody's to help me but myself
And I'll make my presence known and then
Then I'll be sane again