Suicidal Imbecile
By: Bleached Roses

Note: Dedicated to him..

...my Dearest Hatred, what aches you so? Not even the masochists find the gashes upon your ripped apart flesh attractive. The liar that said the first cut was the deepest must have never met you, because Darling, your heart is turning as blue as the eyes you wanted to drown yourself in. The howling of your tormented thoughts pains me to hear, each echo is merely another perverse symphony whispered in the wake of another beat of your black heart.

What is your hurry, Darling?
Even the valiant taste of death,
if only once..

If only for the sake of honesty,
I shall keep my promise to take away your pain::
((..just give me a loaded gun -&- hold your ground..))

Many abandoned letters had written upon them the words of my once fervent devotion -- for you, I would wait until the smoke cleared. Precious, my patience was running thin, but you were the one who chose to walk away first. ((-&- it was for the better of us both, your toxins polluted not only my vision, but my emotions too)) Now, I see you sprawled across the ground before me, bleeding from the eyes down -- from wounds sliced into you by the pieces of your shattered mentality. Begging for mercy is my greatest weakness and I promise, my arms will not hold you to this world for long..

..just quick enough for me to force a knife into your spine..