Love as Forbidden as the Fruit God Tempted Adam and Eve with

Alive
Alive only to bleed, a static of motion
Eyes wide shut. Blood red lipstick
Stains his pink lips
They hang on the ledges
And she draws a little blood
But it tastes so good
His wings soft as silk
And her eyes so bloodshot

Sin.
Sin against their kind.
An angel and a vampire.
Held together by time.
His tender hand runs across her jagged spine
And she moves in an orgasm
Kissing deeper everytime
And although his head dissaproves
His heart cant help but stare

Her eyes grow small, as his stay fixated
Each of their insides burning
From the sin they have created
His skin is so tender, his wings so soft
Her bones are so hard, her feelings so lost
Laying in eachothers arms
Sucking blood.
Building hearts.
In their reflection, they have no flaws
But we would never see it that way
.

and she whispered something
cigarette in hand, and 'accidentally' dropped it
just to burn her skin
So she could feel something
something more then pain
some burning sensation, to wash it away

and her gentle skin bears the scars
of nights she slashed more then her arms
she sang some pathetic song
so people would turn her away
then so they would leave, a swig of cheap champagne

laying in the gutter, vomit down her side
and she just thinks, 'how am i still alive'
fiftly-million pills and a pocket full of knives
our little angel survived another night

and just so shes not hungover
she'll drown another flask
we stare and wonder how long this high will last
got no feelings, except desperation
desperation for more lacerations

she was our little angel
long before the first joint
with a couple of boys from middle school
who thought she was 'alright'
and they got her high
higher then the sky
but she never really came down

everybody's little angel
her wings cut to the bone
our little princess is destined to be alone
and she'll carve another wish
along her scathed wrist
a wish to be dead
a wish to not exist.

A Vampire's Lament

Tragedy. It aches.
Like the sun, it hides
From me. God help me
Im so tired.
And how my insides die
My heart kind of forgets to beat
Poison.
Seeps through me
Cut up her wings. The feeling reminds me
Guilt eats me
Imprisonment. They locked me away

And how my bloodstream thickens
It kils me
I'd rather a butcher knife straight through my spleen
Then have her in my arms again
The way she was.
Like an angel heaven gates opened up for
And a trail of blood
Simming down her neck.
It stained the concrete.
I could never wash her blood off

So i painted our walls in the prettiest shade of red.
But it was the wrong colour
It had a touch of our love
It was the wrong blood.
Jesus. My insides.
It should of been mine.
Help me
God Please.
Kill Me. I hate this immortality
The only one i have is my shadow
Who still hides from me
This nightmare.
6 feet under. Is a luxury.

this makes no senseeeeeeeee

"Take a seat" she said so politely
With her ballet shows wrapped around her feet
She stuck a cigerette in her mouth
And sucked it so hard; it nearly blew out

She pulled her hair back out of her face
And her pupils dilated, strained by the light
Her lips were glossy, yet so chapped
And the bruises she had, from more then a slap

"Want a drink?" she finished with a smile
And I nodded almost mechanically, so spellbound
She walked away and the blisters caught my eye
The back of her legs so scarred in time

She sat down with me and sculled her wine
Then she poured another glass, i hadnt even touched mine
The poison fell down the back of her mouth
And she stared into nothingness, as if no one was around

Bracelets the sweet facade for arms so sliced
Nights she sat alone with her butcher knife
"Life is lonely" she whispered, talking to herself more then me
As her fingernails dug until her hands would bleed.

I wrapped my fingers around her hand.
She shuddered.
And pulled away.
"You'd never love me," "Not while I'm this way"

But she was wrong.
Oh so wrong. I can't let her run.
Because, I had already fallen in love

If You Bleed Anymore You'll Drown Hawaii

She's crawling through the special garden of insanity
With her teeth pressing down on her lips
Drawing enough blood to drown Hawaii
Just a few syringes, hanging from her hips.
Her heart was larger then life
If not entwined by razorblade vines
Two stones to kill two birds at once.
One butcher knife for the voices.
One for her spleen.
Bleed well, darling. Once the sun rises,
Your wound will begin to ache.
If your heart remembers to beat, that is.
Don't let the world spin like clockwork,
We'll stop it. Tonight.
I'll lock you in a dream.
Lock you away.


I promised I'd be with you forever.
So let's learn how to die together.

Remember That Night I Killed You?

Hey.
Remember that night you and me we laid side by side
And i stabbed your spleen, with my knife?
Then we snorted fifty lines
And i sat and watched you die

Then we laughed and kissed and ********
You hit me so hard I couldn't sit up
And i had a black eye, and a bleeding nose
My world was dizzy, and you broke a few more bones

Then when I woke up
I grabbed my gun. I shot you right under your lung
And the blood saturated my kitchen floor
But i couldnt help myself, I shot you some more!

Then when you stopped bleeding you grabbed my head
And threw me like a rag doll into the bed
You kissed my neck and traced my hips
Then you bit like a vampire into my lips

It felt so good; but i wanted more.
I grabbed a razorblade, and pushed you to the floor
Picked the bluest artery, and took a slash
And watched in orgasm at the bleeding gash

You couldnt move, and I sat in the blood
I drowned in it. But I was in love.

She Drinks Like It's Going Out of Fashion

She buys the bottles like its going out of fashion
Clear yet so inviting. Like the time she threw her guts up in the alleyway
It still feels like the first time
She took the poison to her lips
It gave her more of a rush, then any boy's kiss
and she couldnt resist
Another glass of bliss.

As the nights grew longer, the bottles got lighter
More and more got smashed.
Smashed.
Emptier.



Just like her.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.

You Can Never Sleep.

Have you ever. Been so hurt. Your stomach guides you to those we have left behind.
It wishes to be felt at peace.
When al lyour options have been exhausted, a shallow grave
Gives you sleep.
You could never sleep in this world.
Everytime your heart beat you convulsed.
Redcheeked, blistered from ice tears.
When your body just forgets to produce the warmth it needs.
To co-exist with this cruelty.

At the night when the makeup comes off your face.
It can hide the scars on the outside, thats true.
But the scars of time seem to shine through.
Like a poison that invades your veins.
No amount of pills could put it to sleep.
You can never sleep.

You know it's for sure.
You would be much prettier dead.
Those purple eyes, God blessed you with wouldnt be clouded anymore.
Finally, you could close them.
Rest your palm gently over your bruised heart.
And Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.






I'm gonna rain on your parade tonight.
It's lovely how you'd love to chose the easy way out.

Luminous.

her eyes fogged up like the windows in winter
as the poison burned her tender throat
another glass of cheap champagne
and her stomach began to bloat.
kissed the glass against her crimson lips
she felt her chest rise, but forget to fall
and her heels blistered painfully
as she pressed them into the floor
yet she smiled so politely, the leggings to cover the scars
of lonely nights that she spent
slashing more then her arms
All her guests stared longingly
at the glitter in her eyes
and wondered how they sparkled so bright
all the time
They kissed her cheek with envy
And drank only the finest wine
But all she needed was a cask of red
and a few hundred lines

Miss Perfect, Miss Glamerous
Not so happy underneath

Her final guest leaves, longing for her life
Wishing she was her, only for one night

Another bottle, and a dim light room
Call this life? .
I do.

Dissociation is an act of disconnecting, locking the memory or pain in a 'suitcase' and storing the 'suitcase' in the back of the brain..a separate identity to hold memories and emotion





I am jealous. That they have found a place they can run to?

That their insides are incapable of hiding away so they can't be hurt
That their insides have found that place where bad memories can hide.
We can't do that.
They're truly gifted.

I know it sounds hollow and tasteless..
But your lips look so lucious tonight
And when I sink another drink, you'll still stay on my mind
Cause I can't help but visualize and to ease my desire
To grab my butcher knife, and cut up your liver.
Then we l trade places...and you can bury me alive
So long as your hand is in mine
Im sure ill survive.

Living, this whole concept of life is way too
...overrated
It's to cliche for the both of us to dream together
Making plans to love forever
Even when they dig our graves to shallow
We'll be hand in hand
Watching the sun rise, rise and forget to fall
We'll get married in a bone garden
Surrounded by those the world left behind
I hope these dreams follow through
I wish for you more then I wish for disaster.

We can learn alot from watching...