| More Psycho Mindspace Spewings |
| Angel of Darkness Angel of darkness, pale-skinned captive clothed in shadows, black wings of lace. Her eyes are golden brown, with hair a raven's black, a beauty near unmarred, but for the tears she cries. The only true color existing in her world, is that of fresh blood, spilled from her own wounds. You see, this angel, she is my only friend. She knows my deepest thoughts, and my every ignored pain. The angel lives inside me, she's with me every day. I know she'd never leave me, for there's nowhere else to stay. Angel of darkness, pale-skinned captive. Caught in the shadows, with no will to live. |
| Untitled What I feel when I look at you to me is something I've never felt before When you smile at me, it perfects my life And if you cried, I'd die inside To hug you can mean the difference between slit wrists and smiles whatever goes on today Just to have you look at me makes me smile inside & out And to kiss you, oh God my very soul soars To have you as mine would thrill me to tears but to lose you, I fear would kill me What I feel when I look at you Could make me believe in love again. |
| Irrelevancies Death is inevitable, but when it decides to take me, I'll put up a hell of a fight going down. I've survived it all, small things that kill when time is right, but I don't feel them now. Pain has disappeared, and emotions drift nearer irrelevance. I need to quit caring. But it's not easy, torn between love & hate, acceptance & rejection, though it is the way of life. To be alone is torture, but together's no better. You know it's not love, but you know you don't care. No one could love me, they love to play me, and I hate them all, so none of it matters. |
| Am I Weak? The life I've lived, the tortures I've seen, the hell I've inhabited all have rid me of belief in love. No one can love me, never will. Nor could they, or should they, still. I'm nothing to want, I've nothing to give, I've barely even a will to live. But despite this, my inbeliefs and hate, does this also mean that I myself cannot love? Another theory, one I hold true is belief in love will weaken you. So does that mean I am weak? I don't want to be weak, nor to be so unloved, but I seem to have no choice. For if all I believe is true, both are inevitable. But I shall strive on, never giving up, dying is despised, I will live. Am I still weak? |
| Nightwalker I thrive in the shadows, and shy from sunshine. Nightfall's my morning, and dawn my bedtime. I am the nightwalker. You think you've seen me, or maybe know my name. But you are so blindly fooled. I have no name but a whisper, my looks a figment of a dream. I can take many forms, whatever I need to be. But all of it's just layers, those which hide the real me. But are you sure I'm there? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. No one knows, nor really cares. When I move on and disappear you'll only feel a breath of air. And my shadow will be gone. |
| Emotion Theory Hate is the strongest emotion a human being can posess. Love, joy, pain, sorrow, all others only distract and weaken you. And fear is the worst of all. Once you become afriad of something, all sense leaves you. I fear nothing, not death itself. And pain is useless, a mere distraction from your surroundings. It is an annoyance, easily blocked from mind. I feel no pain, severe or otherwise. All life ends in death, that is inevitable. So why does everyone bother with emotions? |
| The fires of love and hate engulf my soul. And my blood is shed by tears of scarlet, that show my inner woundings and burns. Life, cruel and confusing, is killing me. I burn inside, myriad emotions boil within and my heart is ripped to pieces by it. Outside, I've some semblance of normalcy and sanity, but within I hold violence and kisses, so different. I'm lost on what to do, falling in love with you when this world so full of hatred drowns me in it's murderous tendencies, bred to kill. Lashing out at everyone, fearing what I may have done to hurt those I held close once, forever ago when life was worthwhile, love existed free. Thriving in the shadows, hiding the real me is all I've left to do, and wait to die. |