"Rapere, Mirthless, Rotten and Diminished"

Drifting.

Heartbreaking tears.

The raven claws at the worm's thin skin until blood bubbles out all along the rough edges of his talons.

Her palms are covered in sweat,
A daydream she won't ever forget,
Let her be born ontop of this stone,
Stabbing into her black heart.

One step closer to that shining edge,
The lie,
Sorrow that comes with it all in her head.
Sitting with her bloody hands in her lap,
wondering why she ever agreed to this deal at all,
A storm raging out at sea in her distance.

Everyone's telling her to give it all a chance,
she cries away from their direction so no one saw,
since that day it's her we get to blame for that everything.
Turn it all around to another chapter,
seeing her name crossed along hearts that pass,
the feelng of sour flavor singing sweet,
drips sticky down her throat though she vomits.

In another life somewhere out there she is happy,
and makes others just as joyful in the way,
wishing she wasn't something so ugly inside.
Her limbs get heavy with thick descent down darkness,
opening doors she doesn't know where they lead,
the shadows hug her ankles, yank, pull her through before locking behind her.

The beautiful melody of something sad growing farther,
a room of white where a young man waits,
his smile so unappealing in her darkened eyes,
holding the knife behind her back dangling like windchimes.
Muffled screaming pounds beind electric bars in her head,
scratching at the sound her head along each wall and crevas,
he says those three words and she cringes over in pain.

It's something that can't be drown with vodka or liqour,
a type of anger towards something in the mirror,
unable to truely express it all until she finds this boy.
Heavy in her chest she hates everyone starting with her,
raising that blade, swinging down and sinking it into his shoulder,
bare naked chest, blood splurtting out all over the place.
Shingles and shackles down across his wrists to keep him still,
degrading on his knees he seems weak, helpless to the blood he's losing.

Lay so still in her heart,
sit down on the chair,
feel the hit to the face,
she swings her leg over his waist,
bringing his mouth to her lips,
slides his tongue inside her cheeks, grins...
Her teeth begin to bleed when she bites off his tongue.

A big bang when the chains break,
the boy grips at her upper arm anger bubbling,
claws itch at her skin so she falls to the ground beneath him,
he grins.

A breathing down her neck as ashes stream like smoke up from her head that cracks on the ground,
she catches his eyes in her chocolate color,
hands all over her wrists,
she has no choice in the matter as he penatrates.
Dark laughs in her face, that pale pale face of hers,
uneasy at the feeling inside of this plastic doll like thing,
as if they were being slammed against a desk cold pain traveled.

In the midst of it all she realizes something,
the face and his eyes are too famaliar to her.

Rushing through images she can only stop at one to match,
a girl she's seen around a few times in her house,
that mirror reflection...

Blood trickles all over the floor,
Tears building up like never before,
Sweat sucking the pain away,
Fingers locking at the tide or a bay,
Catching up in the moments they lost,
If anything it's her sanity at cost.

The stage was over in it's play as they side by side, staring into the matching eyes though his were masculine and manly, his body sculpted in that of the most harsh rock.
Reflection cracking in the dirt of the floor that splattered with oil and blood, dust in her mouth as she lets out tears that have no emotion or anger that has diffusing fire.

She got up,
Took along her knife,
Tried to stab him in the head,
He grinned and broke her wrist away,
The door opened again and she fell in with red,
In her room in front of the mirror,
Tears streaking down each cheek,
Unable to stop heaving,
In boys clothes...