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Heart of the Devil / Blog

An illusion?

I question now if your real, If your out there then why can't I find you? Your either much too elusive or I'm much too fucking blind. And the hands over my eyes might even be my own, I can't tell anymore, maybe I've always been alone. Maybe the bruises on my soul came from my own fists, maybe its only faded figments of my imagination I'm feeling like i miss. And If you are only a ghost that I have made, I hope your memory replays until I slip away, And if my loneliness and pain's only something I create, it's too late to stop now I'll let it take me to my grave. An illusion an aid to my self destructive ways.

Detached

Boredom has set in upon Our faded trip of innocence Time continues slipping by Introducing fresh amounts Of drugs and violence. All of this nonsense that Contents the cultures also Shapes your esteem with a hand that refrains. Confessions containing Abuse and confusion Rejection is cold Carbon copied, insane. I'm so fucking detached, Anti-social and remaining Unsettle, I swear I'll leave the Room if you ask me to smile And I've said it before but I'll say it again, " I can see thru This facade and what I see is vile".

When it ends

I can't CONTAIN it, I know I NEED it cause I lose my fucking mind If I'm deprived. And its so much better in REAL LIFE, the skin, the power exchanged, DEVOURED. I wanna BURN on your sun, I wanna fall with your STAR There's a BLACK HOLE ahead And baby its ours. Counting the cracks In gods broken hearts Loving every second As the world falls apart. And with all we've lost Its pointless now to stop In fact I'm sure we'll be Much happier once everything is gone

And so i flips...I think its greatness

Smile shows the best of sincerity or trickory Eyes tell all or harbor lies Every inch of soul is judged, Unjustified- Dead of emotion! Shadows, old ghost and things locked in the closet Bleeding eyes, death skies, buried high Diagnosis unknown Raining tears, Life turned to water, untile resurected beneath

Heal

Lost myself sometimes to me, lost in loveless sanity. Afflicted by my own cold heart, broken hope and soul apart. & whats left of me to steal? Be stolen by another to heal. A ballad of whats left of me, Sung to bring a love to be. Broken yourself and hurt by life? Come and heal with me inside. & with a gentle unsure kiss, Leave this life and live in bliss. I wont hurt you, please cant you see? Come away and heal with me

Words are weakness

Your words are my weakness when im standing strong, and at the time your speaking to me everything is wrong. Silence from you is my strength to go on(silence will never be given its justice from this one) Your words are my pain, tearing up my mindDriving me insane, wraping my heart in rusted twine.Your words are my trap when im trying to break free... everytime im strong you repeat "come back to me".(silence will not be givin its justice from this one) Quite is the sound that comes from your soul. Silence is what i hear, not that your blood runs cold. Your speachlessness comforts me, now your hearts not beating i can be free. Your beautiful brown eyes gaze at me lovingly, even though the words arnt there they say "come back to me" (silence will never be given its justice to me) .

Exploit me

Enduring loves taunting game Emotions like smothering cellophane Momentarilly captivated by your stare but quickly reminded you dont care your presents brings me torturing pain but when your gone your memory remains EYES LIKE RAZOR BLADE FINGERNAILS HANDS LIKE A STRANGERS STARE EXPLORING MY FLESH, EXPLOITING MY SKIN You conqured my soul, I feel Im dead My will is drained and living I dread The only way to fill this void, the one I love I will destroy