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His frail body lies before my tear-glazed eyes and there's nothing I can do to help him. Control has withered and left us here to battle with this incorrigable pain making us say things that shall always remain. My heart slowly folds into a used,paled, shriveled up, faded amount of nothing. I rea...

When I think of him I wonder if he can possibly understand the unbearable pain to have all that you know taken away so abruptly, all due to a psychotic, crazed, waste of flesh? To wake up one day, just as any other day, unknowing that only a few hours later, he could be fleeing…

All I want is someone to sleep with Someone to warm my toes and know I'm alive All I want is someone to sleep with Someone to listen to me read poetry or short stories Someone to smell my breath and talk to me. All I want is someone to sleep with Someone to cuddle…

Why is a scar on a man a mark of distinction, on a woman a mark of disfigurement? I don't know. Why is it funny when a man loses his hair, and tragic when a woman loses hers? I don't know. What will you tell her when the x-rays turn the scar on her breast…

Red hair, green eyes legs that go on for miles hunting, she waits for her next trick seducing them with her smiles John after John she sleeps with them all they degrade her and abuse her she feels so small. Then one day the condom breaks and she's feeling awfully ill so she books some…

Black & blue velvet wings tangle up in the dusty cobwebs that lurk in the corners of my heart the flutterings whisper... ka-boom. ka-boom. The colors swirl in the darkness and our lies build a cocoon. At the hint of death someone whispers "I love you" and the butterfly breaks free and becomes...

Inner Demons All my interactions, with all those in my vicinity are all great fabrications, warped and contorted, till my mind sees fit. Programmed for self-destruction Battling for redemption My army consists of old ghosts and knowing skeletons that have forgotten the enemy and have come back to...

WARNING: DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS ENTRY, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. FADING (Must be something in the water) I can't escape this feeling that keeps creeping over me Blinded by my tears, my success I just can't see I can't seem to hold a relationship Yet at times I can't be alone, I'm&h...

Heroin is not but a sirens song to me singing of warm forgetfull peace so false and fleeting self-induced living death the jones ever creeping til none is left but a wretch shadow-chasing a nightmare of my own contriving ever convinced of her beauty but never realizing it was just her song in my ...