Hope it gives you hell

Tired of your ridiculous addictions
Tired of trying to understand your pathetic rationalizations
Why can't you be who you claim?
Why do you not recognize your own shame?

So much self denial creeping and vining along your skin
Do you think you are Jesus? That you alone have never sinned?

Hope your next love finds you bewildered
Screaming your past shames at you
So you cannot ignore what you have done, and said
The insanity that you have bred

How do you justify life as a perverted monster
What has Evil poured into your ear thus far?

Half Way Gone

I took half of my stuff out of our house
You did not notice
Though somewhere hidden you feel it
It's a long road to Over
Twisting, gleefully and infrequently rising
Though always to end in a bloody plummet
Will you notice when all of me has gone?
Simmer a frog and he'll gladly boil

::sigh:: Sick of Life

So ILL with this life- hacking, spitting, wretching
So SICK of being little girls, us objects
do with us what you will
for how can we scream?
how can we fight?
when you beat and badger us until we no longer resemble
ourselves

What should anyone care what anyone feels
your suffering is always worse
your blood always redder, warmer
your wound deeper, more twisted
your eyes more sallow, more misted


What should you care for your effect
your ripple
your malice
your ignorance

Afterall
No one has it worse than you
No one weeps the same shade that you do.