These bloody hands

I once danced with a creature I used to call love,
It was gentle and sweet, just like a dove.

Then it moved quicker, and quicker, till I could not keep going,
Then I saw love begin to have a monstrous showing.

There were creatures and demons from left to right,
So much death, and destruction it indeed caused a fright.

Who was I to question her motives, while I was under her thumb,
It was insane to most who saw, and only sane to some.

Who was I to challenge her, when she thought she won?
I did not submit, and I did not bow, so it is I who says we are done.

You were my only one, my gracious gift I thought,
Who would have known your soul was full of rot.

Disgust and shame is all I can feel,
Who could have known our love was not real?

I once danced with a creature called hate,
And now I know our love was not fate.

The pleasures of being unique.

Keep moving with the herd like a good sheep!
For your love I will no longer keep!

I the wolf tried so hard to make us link,
I should have stayed with my pack now I think.

You being a sheep, and the shepard your master,
I had free thinking of course this would have been a disaster.

Keep moving with the herd, as one single enitity,
And I will roam the forest wondering if you will see reality?

I saw the wolves spirit in you, but it died cause you thought you were weak,
Strong eyes, powerful heart, and the resolve of a queen, but you choose to be meak.

One day you might look back and think, did I do wrong?
Was this man of love right all along?

Most likely though you will look back and see only others mistakes,
Just like a sheep to assume the false, and see only what is fake.

I only feel sad as you go where your shepard beckons,
But for me I only learnt one of lifes hardest lessons.

Broken foundation

I know feelings don't always stay,
Within a month you're gone, what is there to say?

The raven above my chamber door says on word "nevermore",
As I lay there crushed, broken, and beaten upon my floor.

Twas true loves first kiss that beckons on my soul,
It has been here so long though, I cannot pay its toll.

Who knew love came with a price, if I did I would not have lived this life,
I would have choosen to walk this earth alone; now death greets me with his scythe.

He has not come for my life, just for my loving heart,
Take it death, and leave me to be nothing but a old sour tart.

Where art thou Juliet remember I am your Romeo!?
Alas! No Hark! Sweet beauty that is not me that is Bernardo!

This is no mistake in loves unfortunate game,
In the end we are all fools, and even more the same.

Who can win your heart, against your own eyes?
It appears lust has won, and our love was all lies.

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True loves first bile, was consumed even though it was not sweet,
It altered who I was, and friends became harder to greet.

A knife in my back digs all the way to my bones,
I was told words never hurt, too bad they became stones.

My eyes were made to see an angel of perfection
All she was though was a witch of deception.

It was loves lance that struck me in the chest,
The pain of it laid my soul to rest.

So there I was a mindless automaton,
Trying to march on, and on.

How can I walk though when she stole my heart?
But still I tried to march, but never made it past start.

She said "How are you supposed to win if you will not go?"
I said "How can I move when you took everything I know?"

"You are a failure, and you never even tried,"
"I just wish that you would have died."

Now the witch shows herself, and now I rally against her,
How can I win when all she did was conquer?

I became her agent, and she became my manager,
But I will keep fighting, for this I am sure.

The pain of the past

She was my addiction, but later I learnt she was my disease,
She gave me cancerous lichens, given by her loveless fleas.

I could not see past her sweet ways and her tender eyes,
I could not even hear past her lips, which fed me lies.

Rejoice in the day far gone brothers!
For there will never be another!

We kissed, we fought, we made love,
I once thought she was sent from above.

She was just a succubus, stealing my soul for fun,
But there she goes, and everybody knows, that we are done.

Rejoice in the day far gone brothers!
For there will never be another!

What should I do when there is nothing to say,
More pain, and heartache, is her deadly way.

No remorse, no guilt, she is loves perfect killer,
Now I lay here eternally, R.I.P Alexander Miller.

Rejoice in the day far gone brothers!
For there will never be another!

She lead me through the false garden to Hell,
But she forgot my soul was mine to sell.

So I ran hard, and ran fast,
I was the first victom, and hopefully her last.

I rejoiced in the day far gone brothers,
Now I sit here the fool hoping for another.

Break ups.

A fever is the bodies attempt to boil out the bad things within your system, which in the end might get rid of the problem, but it ultimately does alot more harm than good. I believe it is the same thing with break ups if you try to hate your ex with every fibre of your being it only ends up hurting you more in the end. Sure I know you shouldn't love them because there is a reason that they are your ex, but to just hate them only leaves you with feelings of self loathing because you ended up with such a bad person. I believe if it ends, it ends, just move on, because hatred is just like a fever it will only hurt you more in the end.

Denial.

Look at me the walking apocalypse, everything I do I fucking hate it,
I have the Midas touch, but instead of gold I only create more death.

All of these are like trying to swallow a rusty knife; I feel this in the beast’s pit,
This feels like I am going through a massive withdrawal of meth.

Tears turn to blood, and blood to hate, each breath becomes harder to make,
She is my Dr. Frankenstein, but she looks away at the beast who lays dying.

But yet none of this feels real, it feels like a dream, I am shaking but I won’t awake,
As this new hatful beast and this old loving fool, I think what was the point in trying?

 

Trying to fail is what my father would call the ignorant fool’s game,

This man tries, and tries to win, but plays it always the same.

If there was a true goal to everything in this world, it would be to cause pain,

But that is just my altered perception of reality, for those thoughts are not sane.

This journey is like trying to tango with a three legged monstrosity,

As I see now this whole thing is just my duality.

As I see now the heart and mind constantly fighting for ultimate power,
One demands logic, the other drenches in an emotional shower.

Standing here now listening to myself, all I can think is that I need help,

For what is the reason that a man can feel like a lonely whelp?

Unless his mind has decided  to take a break, and go for a walk,

While his animal side stays and begins to talk.

I will find my way out of this pit of hate I have created,

It is just hard, and makes me horribly frustrated.

I have to move I have to persevere, and break through my wall of fear,

Even though I stand here alone, I will never shed another blood filled tear.

The story of Johnny Green

There once was a man who fought in a war.
That man died in the arms of a whore.
 
He once was a hero for all to see.
But no one said that he died from a S.T.D.
 
He once charged the lines strong, proud, and guns a blazin.
While after the war his penis shriveled to the size of a raisin.
 
Click, bang, boom; this man could never die.
Except he was killed by a virus, something smaller than a fly.
 
He was a hero on the field of blood, sweat, and tears.
Who knew a hooker would end his years?
 
His strength once knew no bounds.
Twas the hookers love that put him in the ground.
 
Medals pinned to his chest, and his head held high.
No more money spent on the hookers, so now they cry.
 
Blood on his mind, and hate on his face.
Now his family hides his disgrace.
 
But after the war, from the love of a whore.
Now he is dead and his life is remembered no more.