Ugh. Enough.

Enough of this, now. And you say I change and that I am inconclusive.
Du, selbst ist nicht so gut, Luegner.

Thank You for being here. I'm glad I know you. And maybe in time, we work something out. We will work something out. I wish for you. I know you to be good and genuine. I respect you. There is an untamed beast inside, but It is good to me, under your hand.


Just so everyone knows.. I am a liar. I fuck with people. I cannot keep promises. Approach me, if you dare. For I will break you into a million pieces and then throw those pieces in your face. and then stomp on your face.


I want to grab my arm. and dig my nails in through my skin, ripping the flesh from my bone. Take a knife, and carve the beautiful patterns, and then I will taste the blood flowing, smear it all over me. I will gouge out the eyes of the monster and let them flow down the drain.


It will approach its victim, with a knife by its side. It will draw the knife and pin her against the wall. She will be unable to scream; it will hold the knife at her throat. It will violate her, slowly, torturous, over and over again. She will be helpless. It will cut her life away. She is gone. It will live on.


This is a lesson. This is a slice of life. The crime has been committed. The sentence must be lived out. The consequences will follow. A sharp stroke for every other day. A drawn out torture for every Scream. Your heart will be ripped from your chest and crushed before your eyes. Emptiness will ensue, emptiness and death of emotion. A knot will be tied at the noose around your neck. A shadow will keep you company at night; do not disappoint for sleep will be kept at bay. A shadow will keep your company during the day; he will not leave he is your new best friend. You may scream but it does not go away. You may cry, but it will not leave. There will be sharp pains in your body. Do not worry, these are only the many daggers that Who-is-now-gone has thrown at you. Do not worry if you cannot breathe, it is merely the water Who-is-now-gone has left for you to drown in. Your tears only help this neverending waterfall. Welcome to the enemy, friend. We embrace you. The crime is committed and this is your punishment. They will not bother you. The Shadow will follow you, a shadow of what is gone. But the physical being will no longer bother you. 


How it is; to be stuck in a timewarp, unaware of what you really are doing to me
How it is; to be stuck in your own world, Blissfully focusing rapiers at me
How it is; to be stuck in your mind, selfishly ignoring my words and my voice
How it is; to be stuck here with you. You obviously don't know what You want to do


Before you say naught, I don't feel the same
I want to live my life with my grades
I want to live my life with my voice
I want to live my life and be heard


That I have loved I will surely not forget
What is good, what is gone, 
Do you see? It is gone
It is a memory. But it does not exist


It was taken from me, the day I opened my eyes
I have a desire.




Now, I want you
for all that it is worth;
There is something special. 
And regardless of my situation, That still stands 
Is my unaffected longing of the untouchable
For you, my lack of care for the world will seep into your territory
And thus it has, planting itself within you
For creation and destruction of new and old ways.