DustynwrHensley

Pain pain go away, come and kill me some other day A day where I can tolerate the sight of her face And won't remember the pain I was forced to taste The repeat of torture I thought I had kept at bay Thinking I would by now have caught myself a break Due to the indescribable pain I was put through with her The first love I endured, for she was a harlot and I a sir This second time around I thought the new girl would make My life far better than what I had experienced before Thinking I had gone through the worst with my first Subconsciously I needed more pain to quench a thirst A thirst not wanted but forced to satiate more and more

Hollow tears are now shed Laying alone in a cold bed Once filled with loving emotions Replaced with dark and lonely notions A poisoned maggot left to writhe A pitiless shame left alive Ridiculed and blasphemed Parasitic and evil it seemed Abused through endless time Yet frozen like a gothic mime So much pain envelopes him Merely here for their whim A fucking joke this life to live 'Cause all he does is give and give Returned with cruel empty love The messenger a blackened dove Exhausted of this torturous game Life and pain are one and the same Venturing through this solemn abysm Endured with the help of masochism Appears a

My beautiful maiden oh so fair With the immaculate set of auburn eyes The girl who grows such raven black hair And steals the lonely breath from sighs The cure resides within your softened lips You hold the key to my deadly curse Its power over me slowly slips Weakening with every lyrical verse Hold me close to your beating red heart Shelter and protect me warm inside The rose petal silently parts And the mystical curse finally dies You have released me from my beastly trance You are the beauty with whom I wish to dance

To numb ones self from the physicality of life proves to be futile, regardless whether one numbs there mentality as well, you are merely escaping the inevitability that is your life, set out ahead of you from the abysmal womb you were expelled from in your infancy. One must grow through life undertaking the hardships that are thrown in our path with a sane mental state and a solid physical body, thus proving that to numb ones self with heroin is, in the end, futile, because we all chase this imaginary dragon that arises through the opium smoke, or the venom in the needle and we disregard the need of such fancies and face our "life" with a cle

A concrete jungle With a two faced Lion Who ignores the cries From the Sloths and Maggots Where you hear the squeals and screams Of Pigs hunting Rats And where a sense of home and belonging Is found down a derelict street Where Birds nests Are taken away Before the Bird can soar For the first time Where entertainment is supplied on the streets By tattered and stained Butterflies The concrete jungle is a beacon of patriotism Drawing natives of the homeland Even though The majority are Fish People Where am I?

Valentines Day Is just around the bend And I am proud to say This year I have love to send I am nervous But ultimately happy Hoping "I" would turn to "US" These feelings are awfully sappy I told my friends what my intentions were They were all stoked and excited I said I was going to ask her Cause I knew a spark had been lighted I don't want nothing to change What we have is amazing already My heart had formed and finally arranged I merely wanted to go steady Leading up to the event I had it all planned out Through many hours I had spent A perfect day for this sexy Kraut Then tonight I spoke to her On the computer, MSN A

Before she came into your life, everything was a mystery, this whirling enigma making you doubt the meaning of your existence.  But she brings you the answer, because she is the answer. Love is where you see her in a crowded room, and you lock eyes with each other, and within that split second, everything melts away as your eyes meet, and that second feels like an eternity. Love is when you are down, your day is at its worst, but becomes the best day of your life when she smiles and says hello. Love is when you are happy, your day is at its best, but becomes the worst day of your life when you see her sad. Love is where her phone call wak

The Whip The whip cracks like lightning Along with streams of rain Yet there is no rain Only streams of blood The smooth rope leaves its mark A symbol of pain and suffering Bestowed upon those who sin Each count the scar widens Each count the strands of Faige's sanity break The earth drinks the warm blood Chanele's back, like a human goblet The scene is tragic As the love of two sisters is torn asunder Pain fills one, insanity the other Chanele's body resembles a torn table cloth Covered in spilled wine Faige's mind resembles a broken chandelier Shattered beyond repair...

Pristine, crystal, immaculate face Her pale skin and passionate grace Caressing my dark heart within her cold fingertips Tender, loving, erotic pleasures Screaming, thrusting, and her virtue severs This little glass doll Seduced and betrayed us all Giggling as we fall Smothered, blinded by haze Give into the animalistic craze Her story and life are quite awfully sad No one loved her as her life filled with cries She whispered dark and sullen lullabies Warping my mind with her seductive lies Cutting, scarring, she's masochistic Bleeding, relief, seemed so simplistic A mixture of crying eyes and flowing veins Always got her thr