27th july'15

I have this evil mind playing in me and I want to be it for a while.
I want to tell you I will break your heart and have you beg me before the end of the night.
Oh baby I want to be brutal. I want your smell and your taste and I want your blood.
In my mouth, on my fingers.
I love you.
And I won't tell you that. I will tell you of all those promises I made, and then, break them one by one.
And I want to walk all over your precious beautiful heart.
Oh take me and these instruments of torture that I save for myself on a sunny boring day.
Take the ice in my soul and the fire in my blood.
I want to burn you and save you. And do it all over again.
But when you look at me for me to stay, I will come back for that kiss that I will never finish and laugh while I walk away.

9th july '15

You thundered and you raged.
You walked out the room.
I lay, I crumbled, I shivered, I mumbled.
In a disturbingly comfortable sleep,
A storm I birthed.
It wasn't just a dream. You were.
You distant beautiful destruction.
The blood I want not,
Neither your hate.
No. That is too short.
In the surreality of my subconsciousness,
Our insanity lasts longer than vengeance.
A million small deaths, every night.
Never a sword.
My mind lay scheming of all the weapons at its device.
You decided. You punished.
You bolted out this world.
I waited. I moved. I tried to understand and I knew.
My mind lays awake for a world to create.