Liquid Velvet

-WASTED-
I have nothing to think
Nothing to feel
My emotions wasted
My rage is gone
My sadness muted
I'm have nothing

I'm nothing
You're nothing
We make something together
But I rather be nothing
With someone
So we are nothing together

I can't yell anymore
I'm hoarse
I'm tired
I'm a bitch
I'm a slut
But why should I care?

I'm nothing
Not dust in the wind
Not blue in the sky
I'm nothing at all...



-IMMORTAL-
Free me from these moral chains
  that hold me from reality
I want drugs
I want pregnancy
I'm bored of this life
I want more

More is less
Less is better
I don't want to care anymore
Caring is sharing
And I'm tired of giving
I want to take!

I want to squeeze the life out of someone
Watch their face lose hope
Shatter hopes with the wave of my hand
Dance on water
Tango on fire
I'm here

Kill me!

Take me away from overrated morality

Leave me alone when I come to belong

Take me with you... I don't belong here.



-LIAR-
I cut myself for you
It's an honor
   and you yell at me!!!
I'm stupid.
-a thorn in my side-
dumb.
-a gash on my leg-
immature.
-a scratch on my thigh-
wicked.
-a rip on my knee-
How could you have loved me?
-a nail in my palm-
How could you hold me?
-a tug at my stomach-
How could i yell back?
-a hook in my throat-
How could you see me differently?
-a jab in my eye-
I'll wear my crown of thorns alone.



-ANOREXIC-
When I first met you, you wore a mask.
It was impossible to see through.
Then slowly as the years went by,
 it seemed to chip off.
You unmasked into a healthy girl,
happy and content with what you had.
Or so it seemed.
Unbeknownst to me,
 you had another mask under the old.
Slowly it fell off.
Such as the weight you lost.
Now all you're left with is a body of sharp angles.
Skeleton fingers.
Dark circles.
Glossy eyes.
Dulled hair.
They match your tongue of lies.
As I stand back and try to look at you,
 you try to hold up the mask with your skeleton fingers.
Your face is too sharp to fit.
Stop trying to manipulate me like the others.
I see who you really are.
Death is dancing closer with every pound you lose.
You lie to yourself.
You lie to your friends.
You lie to me.
Don't try to lie to Death.
He's dancing close enough to touch you.
After awhile, you can't waltz away.

(these were all written by me!
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