I'm going to hell
All curled up in a hand basket...

As you walk down death road you see the memories...
(actually a quote from my freind...

Even though my tears
are making your chest all wet...

Okay first of all, before I go off and write this...
I'm sick of all these love poems...

Death
Is cleansing...

Welcome to my hell,
he said with a smile...

Scream out in pain.
The pain that you can't hear...

She'll act sweet,
then she'll stab you in the back...

Slice it open,
make it little...

Calculations are zipping through his mind,
as he watches her go by...

His blood fills around me,
as I stab him for each time he touched me...

Bloody tears are falling
from my eyes...