Eloquence
and the...

May your travels take you many places,
may you do great things...

I can't feel as the nails scrape into my skin,
I can't feel the flesh part...

Lying next to him in sheets of black
the contrast to his skin amazes...

First forget me
then regret me...

Angels and demons make love in my mind,
memories of you fade over time...

He shall see no enemy
with me...

I'd rather waste some time with you
than die with you...

I want to hold your shaking hands,
caress them 'till they stop...

Face away
smile at me...

Note: This poem doesn't really have slang in it...
I an your angel...

Boredom induced creativity.
Sharp gnawing on the inside...