Timidee

The time has left me restless Longing for more than I have Waiting for you is deadly For it makes my heart want to curl up And die It makes my heart want to jump out of my chest And run Run far, far away From this pain that I feel This tortured sensation So crushing on me Burning and scarring me and leaving me for dead My soul lacerated and marred As if mauled by a bear... so much pain, so much pain Contorted and disfigured My heart's still running Running Running Unhappy and suffering Sore and stricken My heart keeps running It runs and jumps high hurdles But it's still aching It can't get away But it must try My he

From remorse I cannot lie Must I witness this pain tonight Stars are creeping in the sky In this bed awake at night Rocking, floating, feining rest But you know I can't deceive For deceiving is but a threat Deceiving is but the death of me Making wishes in my wake Counting crows that do not fly Crawling limp in the dead of night As the black birds awaken Rock me the black birds do My flesh that dangles between their lips Fresh blood drips as I drift Must I witness this pain tonight Tangled mess the black birds leave The mess of me as I lay The damp earth caressing my legs and arms A triumphant laugh resounds in my head Th

Spilled ink. Spilled ink stains the pages of my notebook. It drips down onto my fingers. Dotting me here and there with its satin black hue. More ink flows, until I am enveloped in it. Gasping for air. Trying to swim through it. But it's too thick. I grab my wilted feather. And write three words. Where are you?

Kiss me, my darling. Won't you love this grotesque and bloody being? Crooked as I am. Won't you love me? My voice is a rasp, my eyes empty and black. My legs twisted and mangled. My hands tatooed with the hearts I stole. A deep curve in my chest, from where you stole mine. Velvet patterns engraved in my skin. Ink blots staining my lips. But I am still the same girl you fell in love with. Won't you love me? Kiss me, my darling. My body is shaking. Awaiting your touch. Awaiting your scream! As I suck the breath from you. I hear your screeching, through the silence of the night. The shrill of your voice makes me want more. Mo