"I lost today inside tomorrows yesterday"




Can I suffocate you with my silence.d screaming??
Or would I become the reason you breath...
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He was standing still cursing the sky 
Waiting on a redemption
Dangling strings of mercy
Biding his time 

I was captivated...

By the stench of death he wore as cologne
The callous hardened stare that would entice fear
The way he said he never learned to care

Then with a soft icy sigh, he said we all must die...
But I need a masochist for my massacre
Could you be her??

Then he exhaled a demons halo
Affixed it to my skull, with nails made of bone thorns
And quenched his thirst with my blood

Trepidations fell beside me like old clothes 
I desired to be his murderous mistress in a instant
The beauty behind his mask 
The art to his deviance 

I wanted to defy the unlove(d)
Take a chisel to the mind made of stone 
To etch my permanent existence
Becoming the muse to his everythings wrong 

In the moment he licked my crimson moisture 
We exchanged more then fluid 

I, his little hellacious quietus 
Jumping at finger snaps for soul snatching 
His miserable mistress of misery 

He my metaphorical master
Twisting words as if a trapeze artist
Just to watch them fall into perfection 
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All that remained 
Was the teaching in how to love the unlove(d)