A simple flick of the wrist and fire is born
through the depths of my soul...

Not really a poem really.. more of a story...
The hate begins to crawl beneath her skin. That's...

As I sharpen the knives, I'm ready for destruction
Such a beautiful blade, the ultimate seduction...

See my reflection in the blade
watch the tears begin to fade...

I stare at your picture hanging on my red wall
blink my wet eyes as it begins to fall...

I write on the walls with blood so red
“Do you love me now that I am dead...

As I lie here dying on my bed
My wrists are tingling, and dripping red...

No one saw it coming
What he chose to do that day...

Weeks have passed and still I try
Inside I feel like I’m going to die...

She sits all alone
& sincerely she cries...

Don't tell me you're gonna love me, if it's...
don't tell me you'll call me back, if I hardly...

Caught up and can't catch her breath
eternally lying her self to death...