Insanity bites into me
Causing both pain
And sickening pleasure
Toxic venom
Released into my blood
Drives me to the edge
Wanting to kill
Wanting to run
Causing pain
A choice comes clear
Me or others
Digging the knife deeper
Smiling in agony
Tears from the pain
Wanting to scream
Wanting to break
Needing the blood
Its beauty that it holds
Balling a fist
Smashing the glass
Shards into skin
Tasting the pain
Wanting insanity
Wanting the rush
Adrenalin runs through
Heart beats faster
More blood pours
Bitter and irony
Laughing bitterly
Wanting darkness
Wanting cold
Everything black
Illusions become apparent
Taking over vision
Realization
Waking up
Wanting to know why
Wanting to hate insanity
Regretting
Feeling pain
Wondering why
Wondering how
Weakness
To the same hell
Scars to prove
Cuts to bare
Hiding them
Or wearing them
Masking
Or attention grasping
Questions asked
World unbearable
Pick up the knife
Insanity in grasp
Sinfully Ever After
I sat in a pile of broken glass that cut deep into my knees. But I was too busy with other things to notice. Thin lines appeared across my pale wrists, as I pulled the blade down them. Each cut went deeper and deeper into my skin. Crimson liquid surfaced, causing my already insanity-taken over senses to run wild.
I tried to rid my problems with pain, but no matter how much blood spilled down my elbows, to the glass covered floor, the pain remained with me. I felt an ache from the inside, as if someone had taken my heart in their icy grip and torn it out of me. This someone was Kristopher Ravena.
At that name, anger raged through my body and I noticed I that I had dug the knife too deep. The pain creeps up on me more so then I've ever felt. Death slowly surrounds me, the coldness I felt before starts spreading all over my body. Things become bright, too bright. I shut my eyes, tired. The most wonderful feeling of being free takes over.
I start to drift off, into a peaceful trance-like state. But even in my peace of death I see his face, staring at me from the doorway. " Kristopher," a whisper emitted from my lips. Darkness. Bliss.
Causing both pain
And sickening pleasure
Toxic venom
Released into my blood
Drives me to the edge
Wanting to kill
Wanting to run
Causing pain
A choice comes clear
Me or others
Digging the knife deeper
Smiling in agony
Tears from the pain
Wanting to scream
Wanting to break
Needing the blood
Its beauty that it holds
Balling a fist
Smashing the glass
Shards into skin
Tasting the pain
Wanting insanity
Wanting the rush
Adrenalin runs through
Heart beats faster
More blood pours
Bitter and irony
Laughing bitterly
Wanting darkness
Wanting cold
Everything black
Illusions become apparent
Taking over vision
Realization
Waking up
Wanting to know why
Wanting to hate insanity
Regretting
Feeling pain
Wondering why
Wondering how
Weakness
To the same hell
Scars to prove
Cuts to bare
Hiding them
Or wearing them
Masking
Or attention grasping
Questions asked
World unbearable
Pick up the knife
Insanity in grasp
Sinfully Ever After
I sat in a pile of broken glass that cut deep into my knees. But I was too busy with other things to notice. Thin lines appeared across my pale wrists, as I pulled the blade down them. Each cut went deeper and deeper into my skin. Crimson liquid surfaced, causing my already insanity-taken over senses to run wild.
I tried to rid my problems with pain, but no matter how much blood spilled down my elbows, to the glass covered floor, the pain remained with me. I felt an ache from the inside, as if someone had taken my heart in their icy grip and torn it out of me. This someone was Kristopher Ravena.
At that name, anger raged through my body and I noticed I that I had dug the knife too deep. The pain creeps up on me more so then I've ever felt. Death slowly surrounds me, the coldness I felt before starts spreading all over my body. Things become bright, too bright. I shut my eyes, tired. The most wonderful feeling of being free takes over.
I start to drift off, into a peaceful trance-like state. But even in my peace of death I see his face, staring at me from the doorway. " Kristopher," a whisper emitted from my lips. Darkness. Bliss.