Lonely SoulHelp me lord, for death is in my veins-Dirty, betrayal, hate and furyLove is no more and hate has been born-Help to cure my sins, help to feed my painGive me love, give me scars-Give me truth, and seek to my heartDon't cure my pain, please give me more-Let me die, don't ruin my soulYou can try to kill me, and try to love-But no one can tell, that it doesn't work hunJust let me run, whether towards light or dark-And let me be, so I can rest with/without lustJust trust in my sayings and keep to my word-Help me in no way, unless to end a lonely soul
Love's PassionYour bare chest, your bare skin, so beautiful and radiant, hot and temptingLips so gentle for a lover's kiss, then so harsh to breathe seductionI can feel your limbs breathing, your thighs pumping against meOur hearts beat together, as we smile and look into each others eyesYour hands betray nothing, everything so full with loveSweat and friction against each other, a bond that can't be brokenOur souls connect, love's passion is madeHolding each other through the night and…
Ex-FriendshipI hate you, yet I miss youYou are a disease I can't rid ofBetrayal is filling my veins of deathYour cold looks are freezing my heart (and soul)Can't think straight, hope and regret are fogging my brainShe's so wicked and joyous in her winningsKilling off souls, pretending to be friendsHas death seep in, and it takes over your bloodLove so deadly to the thought of truthNo opportunities to behold in her mind for nonsoulsSucks them harshly of kindness and loveYou are a devilish being, killing me all the time…
Untitled 4Thoughts have now entered my veins, thoughts of death that want to succeedThe blood in these vines of mine are slowly killing me, every breathe is an agony pleadingLove so scarce and unruly of comfort, just want to die to feel includedI hate my heart that pumps this ashamed blood; it soon will decay and feel no moreLove is no more, hatred has been born, hope has found new wings, and I am dead(Death is unruly, unless you deserve it…)
Outer PainMy nails are my own weaponsThey prick and thorn others, but cut and scar my skinLike sharp little knifes on fingersBlood is prevailed and burns are felt within (and out)Inner pain is what is feltInner pain is much more painful than outer painLets use our knifes now (for relief)Make outer pain to replace the stronger painIgnorance is prevailedPain is such a waste of time, feeling is a waste of tearsLife is for the fellingNo feeling means no life, so lets let myself know I'm livingOr die in trying so…
Sweet Girl With PainThere's an innocence to her, but no one sees it but IThe sheer helpfulness this one girl brings with a smileShe's wasting her life however, and sees no point to liveFeels deep pains and regrets, feels so full of shameThe love she has is so strong fortunately; it's such a gift to experienceHer laugh is as sweet as nectar; it's contagious to the brainGestures are used mainly to be kind, but sometimes for reliefBut I love her, yes, I love her-I do, just please be here for me…