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Silence... fills this empty space, i don't know who i am, where i ought to be, or why i must belong. Hate... disgusts my face, the urge to be abused, hit, wounded or bruised... leaves me and my patheticness, so utterly amused. Happiness... mocks the memories, the misperception, and agony... intimidates the expectations, and savours the wounds. Hate...Silences...Happiness

Love, sex, frustration, lies, cheating, rage, agony, pain, remorse, sympathy, compassion, care, lust, LOVE!

This ripened flinch, and unforgable headache... makes my mind swell up; and my thoughts endeavour. I clench my rib cage, feeling for feeling itself... but all in the pitter patter; my brain spins a wound. I understand this sickness, bounding me by promises... of a new founded horror.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. You mean shit to me, you are burned forever from my soul; your essence utilises my hostility. I am, indeed, special, you are filled with hatred... you disgust me- almost as much, as paedophilia. My hands tremble as i write, my heart beats as though it'll shake... the sanity i lost has now been reformed; my mind is now anew. So, FUCK YOU!

When i a'fell, my own waking whisper, my outer shell a'broke. My soul was trapped, it searched for a component... and i felt it could've never awoke. The love i poured out, like the blood i withdrew, was once but never shown... I kept it inside, my heart could colide... so my new predators couldn't swoop. Like an unknown bubble, an insignifcant kiss... i was no use to any humane; The trick my heart was playing, and the block it was shading... away was the black hole of pain. An oracle of dreams was binded by my fantasy, O' I awaited the moments of truth; The harmony we placed on the melodical flame, were so unreal... an in

Sophistication.. the utter most facet of society. Lust.. the uncontrollable urge of sin. Disorders... one of a most sacred subject. Beauty... cheap, easy, quick and wanted. Control... a new founded quick fix of materialism. Therapy... the undying reassuring promise of happiness. Routine... an unusual display of rituals, signifying mastery. Passion... the glorified search of an empty existence. Knowledge... knowing that life is not founded on obligations, rules, and boundaries. Let that drive, that feeling you get within your heart guide your experiences and judgement.. look far beyond compare.

Your sexuality is a figment of your essence, your sensuality is the language of your soul, your compassion is the gate way to your heart. your spirit is the key to all that beholds you. your jealousy is an earthquake destroying your surroundings. your skin is the censor for all your tingles of psyche. your mind is the expression of your enrichment. your beauty is your critical perception. your hate is the fear that bounds you be negativity. your tears are the facet of your ruthless being. You're unique, divine and beautiful. Your aura is filled with exquisiteness. Do not take yourself for granted.

Bondage... the fiend of pleasure, the drive of pain... the addiction forever; that drives me insane. The desire that makes me, the cloud that has change.. a new founded sex type; that makes me feel the same. My weakness is a pin point, i surrender to the mood; i feel your breath on me.. like a whip in the herd. I scream with excitement, i shrill with glee.. i moan so spontaneous, in ecstacy. I experience the climax, i endure the rush, those cuffs hold me down.. when i feel i've had too much.

Time, It moves so fast, You never know from the gun blast, The sky has turned cold and grey, Never gonna see a new day, Now your last chance has passed, Just went by so fast, A bit late to realise the error of your ways, So many thing for which you want to stay, So many paths you could\'ve walked down, Could\'ve been sitting in a castle wearing a crown, It\'s the end, Time\'s up, Expired, A lifetime service and you\'ve just been fired, The lifeless body drops on cold tile, The blood is now an end to your denial, People who loved you now turn away in disgust, They take you outside and lay you in the dust, They leave, Your