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Bring Me My Scissors Aggie? For hours on endBring Me My Scissors Aggie? by ~em-ma-asquerade2545
I contemplate
I plan your end
I fell as if
I'm manic
And deprived of
Detter judgement
On the other hand i'm
Vindicated, but looking back i don't know
Now maybe there's something there that wasnt
The hate!
I use to love the way you smelled
Now it just makes me sick
I despise your laugh
I loathe your voice
You fucking piece of shit
Look down on me
One more time
Enjoy my suffering
While you still have eyes
I've thought this out
Far too much
Its time for
My plans to take effect
Stop cutting youself aimlessly
Jump from a bridge
And break your neck
Plastic Swords Metaphorically speaking,Plastic Swords by ~em-ma-asquerade2545
You're the break, In my spine
The reason I can't move
More than half the reason I'm dying
My nerves refuse to work
My chest, burns
With every shallow breath
I try to take
I fall short of expectations
It's amazing how
Lined and laced
Though my vision is distorted
I see your face
You always look the same!
Perfect in every, fucking way
The way I wish I was
Looking down on me
In my pathetic, state
You feel nothing
You try to show compassion
But compassion breeds pity
I don't want your pity!
FUCK YOUR PITY!
Asphyxia I'm fallingAsphyxia by ~em-ma-asquerade2545
Dorwning and no one can save me
I look at you and my insides fly
Deprivation entangles me
Asphyxiation makes my cry out
For when I see you
I can't remember,
I forget how to breathe
It's people like you
People like you, dear
That make the most
Stable of us insane
I want you to know that
One day the effects
Of this will set in
And I'll sit back and smile
As I let the pain win
As I let you win
You've finally made my heart
Pound so infinately hard
That it burst in my chest
Its much easier to feel
When your ribs are intact
I love you
I'll contine to love you
Until the crash do us part
-<3
No Title Yet Incapable of compassionNo Title Yet by ~em-ma-asquerade2545
In hazy, vauge human dreams
And memories
The only clear part
Is when i see us
When i can feel my head against your chest
I can trace the bones under your flesh
I can all but taste you again
I can outline every vein
See your every scar
And trust, I feel the pain, love
But it takes me where you are
Sta.sh
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Fuck With Nik, Meet The Prick