“Little supernovas in my head, little soft pulses in my dead.” ~Stone Sour: Say You’ll Haunt Me. Tell me you know what it’s like to be me. Tell me you know what it’s like to feel this way. Tell me I’m not just crazay…

Do you see me? Do you see me standing here, Blood on my translucent hands, Soaked in it, bathed in it, betrayed in it, Holding my poor dead heart in my hands. Do you see me bleeding here? All over your precious carpet, A…

"I'm baaaaaack," the voice whispers, "with a vengeance." Ending with a smirk, a light curling of the corner of the mouth, just enough that I can feel the satisfaction even though it isn't mine.No, it isn't mine.And neith…

Another fucking four liner. . .Peel back the flesh of my face just to see what's underneath, Tie a ribbon 'round my throat then hang me like a wreath; Cut away the layers of flesh and lies covering my bones, Proclaim my…

We beg for honesty, Then whisper our lies; When will we end this Cycle of cruel contradictions? We say we can handle the truth, But we're spoon feeding lies To every ear willing to listen; So why even ask for the truth?…