A hundred razor cuts and the blood still has yet to buy my escape, all the nightmares of a terrible fate.
A thousand bitter tears have yet to flood the sorrow and derail the pain.
Sixteen bloody knives and Eight unwanted heart beats, every minute tormented by seconds, from my existence that torments the earth. Incalculable tastes of a white hot kiss, so hot and steamy that it melts the flesh, leaving in its wake brutal red welts that titillates my touch.
My hands have held the razors, gripped the bits of metal that melted my flesh like butter. My skin grew tougher to destroy so the knives plunged deeper the metal turned whiter with its a
Shame drives me to slice every last piece of my body until the blood flows like a deep sinful wave.
Hot metal pressed against the skin until layers melt away and all sensation is lost.
All in a quest to hide the scars of my hidden shame, large enough and strong enough to defy god, but unable to defend myself from my tormentor, a five foot tall demon who gave life to this monster. Shame of harming myself just to escape the shame of being harmed. An endless cycle of burn, cut, stab repeated over and over again. Blood to hide shame and shame felt from the blood spilling across the skin covering pale white skin with red desecration.
Feelings
Killing me slowly and not even caring.
Every little lie, every time you avoid me.
Hate Me with all your being it just makes me want to die.
Actions have consequences, In-action leads to death.
How much time do we have left?
Only you know how much time is left.
Your Killing me slowly and you don't even care.
The Voice That Commands Me by angelofmalice, literature
Literature
The Voice That Commands Me
There is a feeling in my chest and a sensation in my skull.
A whisper in the wind that drives me to do what i do.
A hand on top of my hand guiding me to the knife, whispering softly in my ear.
The voice that commands to orders me to do these things to myself.
It gently orders me to cut myself open to bleed across your perfect world.
The blood that spews forth is laughing softly at me.
More says the wind as i draw the knife across my skin.
More blood, more laughter echoing in my room.
Why do i listen to this voice in my head.
The more i listen the more i bleed.
The voice that commands me says it loves me and no one else does.
If it
I have obtained true perfection, it only hurts when you tell me your sorry for hurting me.
It only makes me sad when you apologize for making me sad
I am truly heartless this i know.
I have a broken soul and a shattered heart.
So please don't be sorry and please don't care because i do not.
If you feel that you hurt me don't tell me.
All you do is cause me pain when you mention that you are sorry.
A hundred razor cuts and the blood still has yet to buy my escape, all the nightmares of a terrible fate.
A thousand bitter tears have yet to flood the sorrow and derail the pain.
Sixteen bloody knives and Eight unwanted heart beats, every minute tormented by seconds, from my existence that torments the earth. Incalculable tastes of a white hot kiss, so hot and steamy that it melts the flesh, leaving in its wake brutal red welts that titillates my touch.
My hands have held the razors, gripped the bits of metal that melted my flesh like butter. My skin grew tougher to destroy so the knives plunged deeper the metal turned whiter with its a
Shame drives me to slice every last piece of my body until the blood flows like a deep sinful wave.
Hot metal pressed against the skin until layers melt away and all sensation is lost.
All in a quest to hide the scars of my hidden shame, large enough and strong enough to defy god, but unable to defend myself from my tormentor, a five foot tall demon who gave life to this monster. Shame of harming myself just to escape the shame of being harmed. An endless cycle of burn, cut, stab repeated over and over again. Blood to hide shame and shame felt from the blood spilling across the skin covering pale white skin with red desecration.
Feelings
It's Twisted People Play Games With Me, And Laugh Heheh.
Here Is A Game That We Will Play Now. How Much Pain Can You Take Before You Cry?
Let's Start With Physical Smash Your Hands With A Brick. Burn Your Body Over And Over With Enough Fire That Will Make You Think Hell Froze Over!
Cut Your Flesh To Ribbons Spill Your Blood. You Bitch You Ruined My Rug!
Now Lets Go Emotional.
Turn Your Friends On You; Take Away Everything You Have Leave You With Nothing Not Even The Lover You Used To Have.
Crush Your Spirit Break Your Pride Leave You Like A Worthless Doll Cast Aside.
Speak Up I Can't Hear You Over Your Crying.
What's That? Mer
It's All Lies No One Will Touch Me Not When I'm Like This.
I Despise This. Ill Tear My Flesh Rip Out My Eyes I Bet You Not Even My Mother Cries For Me.
I'm The Family's Black Sheep I'd Even Bet You The Devil Never Weeps.
Theirs Blood On My Hand As I Grab A Metal Brand.
The Fire Pops The Metal Heats; The Blood Surrounds My Feet.
The Metals Hot Its Time To Make My Body Rot.
Press To The Flesh Burn To The Bone Why Does Everyone Leave This Child Alone.
The Body's Broken Now All That's Left Is To Rip Off My Ears And Drive Away My Tears.
Shove My Hand Into My Chest Its Now Time For This Devil To Rest.
The Angels Cry As The Devils D
Tears That Never Fall. by angelofmalice, literature
Literature
Tears That Never Fall.
I Sit Alone At Night And Wonder Why The Tears Never Fall.
Its Sadistic There's Blood On The Walls.
Souls Fill The Halls Of Judgment From What I've Done.
I Have Caused So Much Pain To Others, Worse Then Being Hit By A Train.
I'm Going To Hell. To Start My Quest I Force My Hand Into My Chest.
I Grip My Heart, Feel The Beating Of My Essence Keeping Me Alive.
The Pain Is Numbing The Devil Waits For Me I See Him.
Gouge Out The Eyes And Rip Off My Ears, Still I Have No Tears, Its Sad That My Body Is So Broken That I No Longer Feel.
Rip Out The Tongue, Crush The Throat.
I Wonder If Ill Even Make The Boat.
Slice My Gums Grip The H
I can't help you,
I can't even help myself
What happened was change,
This feeling's strange
Others, I try not to offend,
Hurting you is what I intend
These laws of friendship you speak of,
You as well disobeyed
In the beginning, I was betrayed
You were forshamed
All your problems…
How am I always the one you find to blame?
All your lies and cheating, you might want to restore
Go on and type up your "sorry report"
I taste the sweet bitterness of revenge,
I'll enjoy watching you cringe
Your pain is my desire,
You are such a bad liar
I can't wait to hear that gun fire
Your blood was never innocent,
Never pure,
Was always ro
I am Misery
Tragedy is my wife who lays waiting in my bed. Dressed from head to pointed tail in the purest black, a satin nightgown that barely covers her small perky breasts. Reaching to just above her knees her gown whispers softly, calling to me to come and lie down.
Sorrow is the lover who
Current Residence: Hinckley, Utah Favorite genre of music: Metal Favorite style of art: Animation Operating System: Windows Personal Quote: Is god willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God? -Epicurus.
So far today I had to sleep on the floor, had all my blankets and pillows taken. Worked 13 hours, Then had to walk 2 miles with 3 gallons of gas for someone just to have them pour most of it on me. I fucking hate people.
When I just feel like murdering the world I simply just listen to music and read one of two books. The Heroine Diaries by Nikki Sixx or The Redemption of Althalus by David Eddings
Writing a new poem, watch for it. Its all the emotions that have built up for the last 5 years that i have kept locked away so deep inside that not even the dark can find it.