Demons

This is about misery,and what it's done to me and how its happened. There's this guy in my life,he's not my favorite....at the end its about how I found love and i feel better.

beatin spirit,broken soul,torn heart,pain,agony,misery,anger,revenge...my soul is angered,it thirsts for vengence but it feeds on it's own blood. I'll look at u,painful eyes,and question ur pureness....ur peace and determine if ur will of love is strong enough for mercy.Rly..what im asking..are u ready for my wrath? and...do u love me....and will u take my hand and feel my pain...or would u die at my touch for i'll devour ur soul as u scream with confusing agony and fear. I'll torture it slowly and spit u back out to the cold,burning depths of hell and have Satan himself deal with u."Why must u treat me such ways....make me into this devil of hate and murder?" i once asked u.Now i ask,"Why have you made me the pleasure of ur demons? This is not love,this duzint feel good,it hurts...terribly...the rough cloth rubs the skin on my wrists till i bleed when u try to contain me on ur bed of"good pleasures" as u may call it.As i call it ur bed of screams...ur bed of, im worthless and sometimes...if ur rly good...if u rly want to put me in my place,ur bed of blood.I thought u loved me baby,i thought ur were my friend,i thought...well babe...i thought u'd never let me turn into this...never let me fall on my knees...asking,"WHY!?" I'll be glad,for the first time in the longest...to mention....darling,i have found my love....maby...somthing close to it. He brings me to the light....to the actual peace i cry for at night...I'LL LAUGH again when u ask me when im coming back over to ur hell hole...to ur bed of blood cuz i'll never go back...when i do...u bring me to hell again.But still...ur laugh...ur moaning...ur voice is my memory...so i'll carv into the most unvisable place,into my legs...until that voice goes away.                                             

Reviews

[Pester D. Finches]

its odd, but i like it.