Digging around in my old grave again.

Here's some old poetry I found, whilst cleaning my room, that I still think is pretty cool.

Therapy
There's blood on my chin.
My leg is busted and my head hurts again.
You heal the injury. Your eyes, so unreal. I like what I feel.

There's life in my bed.
You stir for me and twisted thoughts fill my head.
You twisted for me. My heart starts to bleed. I like what I feel.

This isn't sick - this is love.
Those stupid people couldn't know...
My pain is draining,
as we move to eachothers heartbeat.
You try to hurt me, but I like what I feel.

There's blood in your head.
It's running hot and your face turns red.
This is something so real, how I've made you feel. I like what I feel.

ooh, your jaded eyes heal my heart.
ooh, your dripping lips numb my mind.
Your tiny body does it's best to hurt me, and I have to love this, because I just love how it makes me feel.


Beautiful Lateriser
Rise from sleep.
We move - we move things around us.
We live - it kills things around us.
Rise my sweet.
Rise from death, pull my heart into your chest. I will do my best,
to lift you off your feet and let you be with me.

Rise from sleep.
We love - we drain the ones we love.
We love, though we don't know how to love.
Rise to me.
Rise from death, pull my heart into your chest. I will do my best,
to let you get your sleep. That's when you seem happy.

Fall into mercy!
Fall into serenity!
Fall into the solace of chemistry,
Simple anatomy,
absence of gravity, trite reality!
Fall into me!
May I haunt your dreams, and when you rise,
rise to me!
Rise my sweet!
Rise to me!

...I came out of that grave so long ago, I'd started to forget I was still dead...

hehe ;)