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A shy stranger with a beautiful face is always stranger, But intriguing. His eyes were piercing me like a needle, but I didn't fit The eyes were greatly staring blue, so I loved it. He was tugging me over to him, And funny enough, He didnt have to move. We enjoyed each other's company As anyone watching us would see. His hands wandered around and to my hips Suddenly, we had met our lips. With vibrating, hectic music played He whispered clearly in my ear he wanted to be away together. Just him and I But for some reason Forever said and thought always turns out a lie. This is why Mr. Mistery always leaves me to cry.

Staring at walls of blank, My mind covers it like vines. These choking stems and roots, These vines, Still make those victimized Look beautiful. Horridly, I can feel. I can feel shame, Yet I can feel ecstatic bliss Both together the same. Letting me take others to feel like me, Or kill my habit, My desire for activity. But, oh, me! Oh, my! My vines… They will thirst if they do not dine. I cannot let this happen, To stop this from which it went Lets death take my vines, As I die to let these things pent.

You're dead to me You should be gone, But the memories stay. Along with this, Bits of me were taken away. I feel like hating everything And everyone Though it's over and done I still wish we had more fun. Love is pain, Love is pleasure, Love is only a word for lust And love cannot be anything good Till your old Because love right now only sees Sex and a pretty face. But if love was only lust, Then tell me, Why did it always have to hurt so much? You cared And every thought felt to be a reoccuring stab Because everytime it pained me to tell you That these hearts could never be shared.

Nothing. Feeling nothing. Empty once more. Drained of emotion. I'm drained of most of my passion. No more passionate love, No more passionate hate, Nothing Nothing I feel. A rag full of wet tears Is now dry No more can I cry, Too many took my senses. Give them back. Something deep inside me Wants to be inspired again, Motivated to feel once more, But I can't right now I'm just way too sore.

I listen to the same song over and over again Regain myself to a new compulsion. Why is this so overflowing? My body, Why do I ache? I'm a mix of all, I'm not one, But everything And I focus to one thing. Pick my dried blood off and let a new bleed. Can't it be seen? Or should I take a knife and cut your sockets wider? Your eyes fall out, But now the ones in the back of the fucking head will see This world. Idle to all Is owned by ignorance And lost what it needs to be known. I'm a fill of a glass, But I'm only half. Dump my fluid And finally I'll piss on the world.