Tickets to hell have been sold out. Shame.

Taste. Remember. And now, you begin to fail. Fail to thrive.
Bring me your adolescence and I, I will devour that fortune.

Stop. Preserve. And from now on, let go of his immortality.
We create our own destiny and design our own fate.

With tact, regret, and yet so evenly designed; I'll hang.
Allow my innocence to thrust. Every ounce of his 'idea' I begin to purge.

I am not a sinner. Provide me a pardon and I will prove that the only
reason he "exists" is because you have all designed this governing
idea that we need to be torn between what we want, desire, and fear...

only to go to heaven.

This time, bring me into you.

Close 'em.

Tighter.

Breathe in slowly. Begin within your diaphragm then continue with your lungs.

Now very slowly expel every ounce of carbon dioxide from your pursed lips.

Keeping your eyes closed, you begin to tense with anxiety as I delicately thrust my abdomen onto yours.

You promised. Keep them closed.

As you exhale I begin to notice a hesitant shake, a thrill, a moment of delight, where you... my target, is begining to feel sacred.

Your lips are teased with the tip of your very own tongue, you moisten your smile only to find that my lips are trailing a road map, the type of map that begins with the nape of your neck.

You were masculine, thoughtful, and most powerful... that was until I, took every ounce of decency from you only to bring it to a startling hault.

What am I doing, you ask? The very same thing that you do to me physically, but this time.... I will be the one inside, penetrating, darkening, and saturating you; with immortality, guilt, and exhaustion.

I bring my body so much closer this time only to notice you stepping back.

Your eyes open forcefully and begin rejecting my thirst.

You have to believe in me, this will work, all without an audience.

Trust me.

As I bring myself near, I feel a presence of denile, anger, and a disingadging stutter. Forcefully I approach you. I remove all myself of abrasive behavior.

Reaching forth I notice your glare, you are unaware that you, all of you, belongs to me. And it is I that brought every piece of my exsistence before you, only to captivate you, intrigue you, and make you mine.

My finale, an aquired step that is executively counted. I postpone my last farewell, for you....

are now addicted.

Just breathe

Devouring every ounce of me leaves an unsettled, distorted, unbalanced figure. In your sweetest luxury, I find myself unhinged and cleverly disguised. I felt dramatic, juvenile, and defeated. It is, but people like you that leave me lingering for more, only to be tempted into fame, faith, an oath. A sort of oath that you would label unclean and unjust. Rid me of this virus, this addiction, this temptation. Bathe me in his matrimony and relieve me of this punishment. I yearn for you, devote myself to you, and allowed one last entry into my heart. But your vacancy diminished. And with time I awaited your visit. I would give up my immortality to be yours. And D. West would have to notice through this piece, that I had no choice, but to lay her to rest. Remove thy shield and I, I will thrust every ounce of my integrity, my well-being, my flawless remorse into you and devote all of my entirety to making you pursue every bit of your compassion. Now close your eyes and feel. Then exhale every bit of your breath. Hold it. Struggle for air, but do not allow yourself to inhale. Cover your eyes with your hands and falter. This is how I feel. I know what I want, I know what I need, but I have to struggle, for it's allowance leaves me broke.

Reshape me, inside of you.

There hasn't yet been a law to state that I am without the ability and or capability to withdraw every ounce of your masculinity. I seek refugee within you, but am left with hostility and the inability to purge. You are the one that I want to emulate myself upon, drench myself in purity, and discover intuition. Can one, even seek intuition?

I will meet my passion, when he can look directly into my soul and remind me that I am his mirrored image of ones self. Leave me without pitty, for I will not be shamed. Intise me to be yours, and I will find no fault.

Remind me kind sir to exhale, bend, and reshape again.

It's not my fault.

Forgive me.

(none)

To put forth my ever after: A poisoning feeling that you will create when you strangle a butterfly.

Part 1: The explosion was the most intriguing part of the situation. The bang. The pop. The click of the hammer. All things that I take with me. I remember most; the sizzle the steel was so determined to make while mixing with the chemicals inside of my brain. I hardly even remember the way the carbon dioxide sputtered from my lungs. But at last, and quickly.... I found out just where my destiny was to plan forth.

Part 2: At first I began to shiver. The blade was burning with anxiety as I began to drag it "down the road" and not "across the street". I had done my homework, and left all curiosities aside. I knew exactly what I was doing, but it began to leave such a mess. I doubled my dose of anticoagulants just to make damn sure this was going to be quick. My blues turned to red. Then red turned to black.

Part 3: They rattled. It was like my very own personal maraca full of this time, tranquilizers, sedatives, and opiates. The rush to find my glory's initiative was fierce, but the destiny I wanted to remain relaxed. I wanted to be compared to sleeping beauty, but this time I wanted to be poisoned permanetly, silently, and so sweetly aggressively. After, but two handfuls of mankinds most favorite dessert of toxic concoctions..... I began to fade. I remember my heart muttering as to why I was relieving it of it's most powerful strength. More shallow my breaths became. Taking with me most was the calming effect that I put upon myself as I, violently began to pass. My lips now coated in a faint taste of powder, spew, and haste.

"I won't let you down. And I won't leave you falling" -Muse

If I could tell the world exactly where to go..... I would shame myself, for my words would hardly flow. My stutter it would ramble, my shame it would expose, my rage it would perspire from my head onto my toes.

I'm appologetic, just as much as you, appear to be. The innocence of one's true love, you have lost for me. Remind me to exhale, for I forgot to balance me. My heart so over exposed, for everyone to see. I have walked a mile, within your stride, but today uncertain is a shameless pride. I leave you now, away from me..... for you won't return, the man you used to be.

"If the moment ever comes; I will love you hopelessly, I will love you endlessly." Muse.

I am now real.

Within one hint of your deception; I purge. My immortality weakens and I begin to enhance the idea that I am now real.

Every ounce of my innocence is left shameful, uncovered, exposed, and humiliated. Without you, I am alive. With you, I am at fault, afraid, and determined to break free.

"Be nice to her."

I am without balance, untrustworthy, and mistaken.

"I wish there was something I wanted as bad as he wanted to fry himself." Archy.

You were supposed to be fast enough, strong enough, and willing to show me your greatness.