Break your heart

My skin has the faintest traces of your scent

lips taste of alchohol, posion of choice

made by only the finest

Your nihilism has left you believing such lies

as though your happiness only lies within me

and my chronopobia leaves me fulfilling your every dark desire

(girls don't fall for wolves in sheep's clothing)

I could have him, the cure for my slipping sanity

the forest where a true nymph can flourish and breathe

instead of being stuck on the bathrooom floor

of a gritty disease ridden gas stop

having her very essence sucked out by the vampire

that she invited in her youth

the eager young mind fo a foolish girl

he tainted her soul and mind

(did you hear she's simply a whore now?)

lust plays a big deal in whether she has the time

of day, or minute, for you now

for the stories of her addiction of skin, you see

have only grown in numerous amounts

but oh so picky girls who have wronged with innocent faces

and the adolescants were taught with the best intentions

with eyes that trick and hearts that wish to be held

but no one wants to hold a black hole

except for one who believes reality

could exist in a girl of only sixteen

the boy dreams of controlling such a free spirit

but is snubbed into a darkness where no one knows

his face, his name, or what nodge he was

the boy begins to walk with violent intentions

hatred is never pretty when you're on the recieving blow

he lust after her, and she just ignores

pulling the frazzled heartstring, young men follow in behind

death is awaiting the tunnel

for heartache can cause such turmoil that eventually

cause the hear to break