You poisoned me with your lies. But now, I have the anitdote.

Her dark hair.
Her pale skin.
Blood dripping from her mouth.
What beautiful sin.

I stare at the blank page before me,
And it makes my blood boil.
The way it lies there taunting me,
Because of the words I cannot find.
My pen is waiting, poised,
Waiting to attack.
My mind is bubbling over,
With the confidence it lacks.

What would be best for you?
Because we both know I was put on this earth to give you pleasure.

Quit it with the death wishes

I put myself through pain,
So you don't get a chance.

Don't worry I won't rely on you again.
That way I won't be dissapointed when your not here.

I decided I'm not sharing my problems with you anymore ... because all you do is tell someone and screw up my life, It's not a pretty quote its my life

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
I may die, but,
Kill you I must

So use to being used and cast away like a dirty tissue