DemonHowl

I don't know if I'm fit for you I can't make you happy Your never happy with me Do you want to stay with me if your not happy? I can't make you stay I thought your the one But I was wrong I could never make you happy It's time Bye sir

Do you feel that love? No you don't Will you hold me? No you want to be a slave What do you want from me? Stay here forever What do you need from me? Your soul and heart Will you watch me die for you?

Will you be there? Will you hold me? Will you tell me it's okay? I wish you would do it. But wishes come to good people. Will you always wait for me?

    I broke his heart    Leaving him to be alone    But I cause him to suffer in pain    I'm not proud    I left him to suffer    I'm the heartbreaker    I cause all this.

Two fall in love But that love won't last It will turn to hurt Then sadness Will someone heal them?

Slash One cut Rejection Slash Second cut Hurt Slash Third cut Anger How many more can I put on my arm?

It’s okay to doubt all that you are, So long as you continue on anyway.

We live in a world, Speeding towards demise.

Petals are a scatter Across rain torn grass, Vines caressing leaves Fallen from bare trees To the right, the garden Holds a scene of crush - Remains of rose petals Create a scene of red Shimmering beneath Lightning strikes One blood red petal fallen For every death occurred In this unknown village But there in the midst Lies a rose of black, Drenched in sorrow From its very tip To the loose roots Remained in the soil A few darkened petals To remember our losses, But a living death Meant for true hope

I saw your eyes, more blazing than the sun, colder than the moon, within a dream eons away, for a moment I thought it would break my soul but I refused to bow under the weight of your will. Every time I see her, the universal her, the archetype of those glamour days you subvert yourself within, I am shackled by memories, when once I drank from your poisoned well and lived in the perversity of your delusions of grandeur. It is an intoxicating kind of hell, but the sulphuric air makes it hard to breathe and I choke upon the ashes of your promises, with broken nails and bloody fingers I climb my way back. You remain a lurking sha

Coffee is a romantic Its roasted kiss will make you an addict Its warm touch revitalizes new habits Its silky smell will make you lie back a bit Its opaque eye will make you more curious The sound of the pour is magnetic And the after effects is entrancing A cup a day helps for dancing Two cups a day: drastic A dash of sugar and it brings you a hug And without, it services a slap But either decision is normal Because you’ll promise to keep coming back What I love most about Coffee is that it brings to the table The same promise it does everyday That no matter the formula of its soul mixed with water Its swears it will keep you awa