~My Brand Of Love Is Unforgiving~

Letters that fly miles away try to reach ya.
I'll seal in a kiss if I could.
Dya notice the stained letters?
Could ya read between the lines?
Dya spend your days readin my heart?

Theres so much to hope for...
If only I could tell ya to die like i do...
I would.
I grow tired of keepin my arms out stretched.
My eyes have grown old with fears of being alone...

Dya still smell my scent on your sheets?
My phones' been deaf and numb for weeks on end.
I hold on to memories as hard as I could...
but forget takes the best out of me....
and all thats' left are silhouettes and imprints of once we were.

I led myself to the terrace to ease this soul...
fix the mess with endless thoughts....
another nicotine fixxx...
I've lost count of un-numbered days...
I'm drifting in the pile of "missing persons".
Battles we're never meant to end...
no one was ever meant for rest.
I touched my skin...
it was just like yesterday when youth seemed forever...
but now, I'm just like a broken fuck.
People are broken pieces hoping to be fixxxed...
everybody knows 'it' has been dealt...
and there's no taking back.
We're all sad...desperate..
we're all searching for somebody who's strong in our weakness...
who's weak on our strengths...
at any rate, we're gonna die anyway...
we we're meant to fail...
to die...
alone.
So why do we keep trying?

XXXjeremyXXX

Goddamn Angel...
last night felt so right...
I've never been with so tight.
Last night ya made me feel like a knife. 

XXXjeremyXXX

I die for a new Sin.
Black, White, & Pale Skin.
Wore my coat and tie and sat in a dark cold place,
downed myself with a drink.
I'll fill the ceiling with cigarettes...
I'll breathe my lungs out with smoke.
Smother the walls with Ox Blood Red...
while The Devil takes pictures of me.
I wont hide...
I wont run...
I love the spotlight.
A new Sin has begun.

~fine~

The lies and deceit I bathed with blood-sugar that tastes so sweet I'll never know what hit me. Sadomasochism on my own, concocted my own guilts, pains, fears, failures and my frailty for a self inflicted car crash. My curse, my despair, my demons..What I Have Is What You'll Never Have. A blunt, crude and cumbersome need...and at often times, misguided passion to test my emotional limitations.

xxx: im sorry baby....but i guess you never knew me.

XXXjeremyXXX

Did I make ya?
Did I break ya?
Tell me if it's real my love...
didnt I make ya smile?
Could I save ya?

Little lies.
make ya bleed.
Little while,
we would believe.

Sweeter as ya come,
bitter as we part...
when I made ya mine.

Little girl,
where didya go?
Bitter lies,
you would believe.

Where did ya go my darling?
Where did ya run my Angel sweet?
I will make ya mine.