darkness is my name

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"
is what you always hear
but at the time
words werent knives
just inocent playthings
but everything corrupts
if you give it time
if its just a puppet
silent as a mime
yeah sticks may poke and prod
and stones leave bruises
but words make you question if there is a god
and in arguments your side always loses
stones and sticks may leave scars
but what you say can too,
they say you can reach for the stars
but to limit what you do
you may be sore from sticks and stones
but words can end a life
those sticks and stones leave you with broken bones
but words can weild a knife

I hurt you, you hurt me
Let’s see who’s blood drips first

Can you truly feel intense love
If you don’t have a drop of masochism in you?
Because deep love tears you apart

It slowly unstitches
your heart
But it feels like you’re being
torn apart  

You’re so pretty when you cry
Come over here and let me dry your eyes
I’m the one who put you in pain
Say my name and I’ll fill your mind with beautiful lies

I can twist words
And manipulate
Trickery is a skill
And I’ve mastered the art

Inch closer to hear what I have planned
In my dungeon of love
Let me bind you with trust
I promise to take you to the heavens above

My sadistic side likes to play with knifes
I practiced etching my name into wood
In preparation for your skin
Just stay still, and don’t move an inch

Your skin is the canvas
My blade a paint brush
So let the blood flow
And we can create our masterpiece

Scream and cry
Until your throat is raw
Then fall to pieces
Begging for more

Our pain is a blood symphony
And I am the maestro
Directing our orchestra
With a blade

Do you need me, in the lonely hours of the night?
Let my love consume you, and your soul will be at ease,
With the a swift touch, the feeling of your affection, such a tease;
As I lie awake and think of you at night, I feel fine, everything’s alright.
Your touch makes me feel like the only girl in the world,
I know that’s not true, you’ve got your way around the other girls.
I get excited when you come to my window at night, to see your eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
But your breath reeks of Rum Spice, your hands around my neck grow tight.
 
Your words that hurt me are forgotten as I feel your kiss against my neck,  
The sensation you give me, makes me feel like I can fly.
But the days your hands find their way arond my neck, all I want to is die.
I know you love me, I know that you do.
You only forget to love me on the nights you’ve had a few.
The next day, you always approach me at school, full of apologies.
I lie and say there’s no excuse for your atrocities.
You know I love you too much to let you go,
This thing I’ve called love has kept me at an all time low.
 
You call me at night, say you need to see me.
You tell me to be quiet, as you hold me down and kiss me slowly.
With the smell of Mike’s prominent on your breath,
All I can think about is my time of death.
You never love me when I ask you to, you act like it’s a chore,
But you expect me to respond to your beck and call when you come knocking at my door.
Physicality isn’t another word for love, you only use me when you feel unwanted;
I want you all to myself, but you make me feel disheartened.
The love you give me is not from within, but the alcohol that reeks off of your skin.
As I stand at the top of the bridge, jump, drop my weight, go down full throttle.
You take a sharp intake of breath, and pick up your bottle.

"i thought i was human"
"shut up....just shut up"
im not human
here is my proof
i dont have a home
 just four walls and a roof
you see a smiling mother
three kids
a boyfriend
i see hell
my mothers best friend
everyday
day in and day out
i cant find anyway to shout
for so many years
i held my piece
i put up a wall
well that has all ceased
now my life(funny joke)
is a waking nightmare
this is just life
we all know thats not fair