Her Cold Lips:
She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbye
Her cold hands creep along my shoulders
they tell me that she is there
and that she will never let me go...
We're in my room now, away from the outside
I know that she doesn't like the sun
Often, she prefers to observe me from the shadows
but I think she doesn't like the others coming close...
We're beneath the covers now, panting softly
her cold body pressed against mine
Her lips are completely devoid of warmth
and yet they taste so rousingly sweet
A haunting, a haunter and the haunted
Two of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheets
We cross a barrier that should not
There is a heart in a ribcage
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null
Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page
There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page
Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignored
Mom I love you
Don't blame it on yourself
Dad forgive me
I couldn't ask for help
Sis don't hate me
For leaving you alone
Take my picture
Off the table by the phone
It never belonged there anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
I know you can't hear me
But I'm writing this for you
It is my last punk song
Telling you my life is through
It's okay to hate me
Just don't miss me when I'm gone
Cuz I don't deserve it
When I have done so much wrong
I never belonged here anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
You make me fly.
You make me sick.
I love the way you look at me.
I hate the way you watch me.
You're so sexy.
You're so disgusting.
Why wouldn't you love me?
Why wouldn't you get away from me?
I love you.
I hate you.
Everything about you
Everything about you
makes me feel so happy.
makes me feel so depressed.
Love me.
Fuck off.
{The End}
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Why am I
In love with you?
tulips are pink
snowdrops are white
how can I ever
win this fight?
Red as my blood
Blue as the sky
Pink as my skin
White like a lie
It seeps through my hands
Stains all that's there
Why do I feel this?
It is not fair
What I wouldn't give
To go up high
What I wouldn't do
To be able to fly
I still see what you left there
It's there to fuel my pain
Because I can only think of you
When I see that scar-like stain
I said it didn't matter
But I know that is said wrong
To you it might be truth
For me it's where I belong
You confuse me
You never go straight
It's yo
Restless spirit, restless feet
Moving to an empty beat
Something is just incomplete
Pushing past the need to sleep
A weary traveler, bag of bones
Walking barefoot on pointed stones
They go round but come back home
Wanderer go somewhere to roam
Silent minutes, empty night
Looking 'round for some respite
Something just isn't right
Looks like it's gonna be a fight
"Hi, I'm-"
"I know who you are."
"You do?"
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"Yeah?"
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"