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Kill_Me_Kiss_Me01's Journal
Darkness in my mind, I'm swollowed by the need to Die...
Empty smiles and empty promises. Empty threats and empty people. full of fury and full of fear. Full of your past Full of Yourself.
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Death I See
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November 18, 2008, 10:54:pm
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I see him
so straight and tall
standing there
waiting for my fall
I reach for you
to take my hand
you pull me up
and help me stand
you hold me close
and pull me away
so I cannot
hear what you say
My heart throbs
I fall to my knees
I close my eyes
and drift the seas
My mind is sleeping
my body sore
My hands shake
I'm sick to the core
The moon sings
the dead rise
I see their hate
I see my demise
I close my eyes
and accept my fate
you hold me close
but its too late
the gate it opens
He beacons to me
his sour breath
it had to be
I see your eyes
I see your ears
You look at me
and see my fears
You hold me close
one last kiss
before I turn
to the abyss
I see the dark
I see my strife
I see my fear
I end my life...
Mood: *So gods Damned confused*
Music: *The endless melody of death playing in my head*
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My sweet Pain
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November 11, 2008, 08:45:pm
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The sweetness of Blood
on my Lips
The drowning in a Flood
The sound from Whips
Screams in the Air
Souls writhing in Pain
Demons killing with no Care
Death has no Gain
Locked in a Cell
Left alone to Die
Hear the Bell
Up on High
Tears falling to the Floor
As footsteps walk Along
The outside of my Door
I pray that I am Wrong
A shaft of Light
Pierces my Eyes
Its pure and Bright
Causing me to Rise
A dark figure Waits
His hand Raised
I see the Gates
My eyes Glazed
He takes my Hand
And pulls me Close
Making me Stand
My life a Strand
Close to Breaking
I Wipe my Tears
My heart is Aching
As I relive my Fears
One last Chance
To walk Away
One last Glance
At the light of Day
Then I Fade
From this Existence
Ended with a Blade
In the Distance
Dreams are Real
In mine own Mind
They are all I Feel
As I sit here Blind
I silently Cry
As I Sing
Watching the world go By
Sitting on this Swing
I have no where to Go
I'm all Alone
My life I Owe
My soul away is Blown
Mood: *Veeeeeery Strange*
Music: *Blood and Fire ~Type O Negative~*
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Shameful Sin
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November 03, 2008, 07:17:pm
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I've killed a man
I hold the knife
I feel my fear
I feel my strife
The moon shines silver
shining on the blood
turning it black
making a flood
I fall to my knees
and bow my head
I know it's wrong
to worship the Dead
I see Death rise
His cloak of fear
I see my death
My only tear
I feel my shame
and close my eyes
I cry for me
as he dies
I drop the knife
blood-stained and red
I look to Death
and heard what he said
"Such a shame
to kill a man
Just to see
if you can
"Now you cry?
now you plead,
Don't pity yourself
You did the deed.
"It is your turn now
Bow your head
Don't pity yourself
Pity the dead."
I look up at him
and wipe my tears
I realize now
the worst of my fears
I've became something
I never wanted to be
Crying for myself
Don't you see?
Shedding a single tear
for my own mistake
Is much much worse
than a million for another's sake
Such a shameful sin
I feel sick
I'm dying now
My final
Bow...
Mood: *Blank, The unloved*
Music: *Slept so Long ~Queen of the Dammed~*
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Forsaken Land
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November 02, 2008, 08:23:pm
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I fell asleep once upon a time....
I drempt that I could fly...
This feeling rushing over me...
I close my eyes and Die....
I want to fly
I want to dream again
and cry....
I wish to feel the warmth of the sun...
The cross it cools my savage skin
A butterfly
Rests on my pale face
A butterfly....
Its free from the race
A butterfly
Crushed in my hands
Dead again
That's all I feel anymore
I want to fly
I want to dream again
and cry....
I wish to feel the warmth of the sun...
The cross it cools my savage skin...
I see a child in his mothers arms
His fear I can smell
Her screams so sublime
As I drink from her life
I fly
I want to fly
I want to dream again
And cry....
I wish to feel the warmth of the sun....
The cross it cools my savage skin...
I see you standing there
so alone
Your eyes flashing in the dark
I see your pale skin
and your fangs....
Won't you fly with me
And die in our dreams
I want to fly
I want to dream again
And cry...
I wish to feel the warmth of the sun
The cross it cools my savage skin...
Your heart is silent
It sings to me
Like a child's laughter
I feel a human chill
crawl up my spine
as I stare into your eyes
I can fly
I can dream again
And I cry...
As I feel your warmth my sun
I see a cross in the distant lands beyond...
Won't you take my hand and lead me to
the forsaken land....
Mood: *Vampiric*
Music: *Why won't you Die*
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How many?
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September 29, 2008, 07:34:am
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How many pills does it take to die?
How many swings from a rope will Kill me?
How many jumps does it take until I learn how to fly?
How many wishes from my heart without a key?
How many tears must fall?
How many times must I hurt?
How many echoes of my call?
How many days until I'm buried under dirt?
How many faces must I remember?
How many names to forget?
How many snowflakes in December?
How many feelings of regret?
How many cuts on my arm?
How many hidden parts?
How many people to charm?
How many stolen hearts?
How many years until I forgive?
How many times I try?
How many lives left to live?
How many eyes left dry?
How many Until I die?
How many until I fall?
How many until I remember?
How many cuts?
How many years?
How many times does it take to die right?
How many seconds to fall to Hell?
How many screams until I stop feeling fright?
How many times have I fell?
How many feelings of disgust?
How many times must I be laughed at?
How many knives filled with rust?
How many hits with a baseball bat?
How many acts of fury?
How many movies of death?
How many times standing in front of a Jury?
How many convicted with men on Meth?
How many times must I stand in the rain?
How many raindrops must fall on me?
How many times I almost go insane?
How many children have to cry and plea?
How many shots to the head?
How many broken bones?
How many until they are dead?
How many handfuls of stones?
How many eyes have to film over?
How many bodies to pile?
How many hills of clover?
How many faces with a empty smile?
How many words Until you understand?
How many days until you get this?
How many times must I ask?
How many is enough?
Mood: *Morbid*
Music: *The Dope Show ~Marilyn Manson~*
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