We have to talk

I miss him in the quiet

I hate it but I do

I’ve made some mistakes before

But I really fucked up with you

It hurts to see you move on

Knowing that I’m to blame

I’m glad you’re in a better place

I’m still filled with shame

What is happiness anyways?

And why does it mean so much?

I’ve torn apart a family

I’ve lost my only crutch

I’m sorry that I hurt you

In the process I hurt me to

And there’s no turning back now

No matter what I do



I always act like the victim
Because I am the fucking victim
A victim of hatred
A victim of sin
When does the real sinning begin?
I hate myself
Especially my reflection
That causes your erection
That’s all I am
An erection

A constant imperfection

That shows no indiscretion 

Constantly losing my direction 

And tired of rejection 

And being up for subjection 

And suffering an infinite dissection

Then comes my objection 

Like a punch to my midsection 

I’m in need of some affection

And a little more protection

And in my future projections

I will find the right connection


What is it that im doing here?
I know this is a place to fear
But im not thinking very clear
I feel the end is creeping near

What is it i can do
To make you feel the truth
And know that we’re not through
How do i get to you

I want to pierce those piercing eyes
And crush your head between my thighs

Leave this world with no goodbyes

Here’s the payback for all your lies 

Haunted by the Living

I dreamed of you last night 

There just isn’t an escape 

Can’t get away whilst I’m sleeping

And haunted when I’m awake

I don’t want to dream of Shadows

Or feel this hollow pain

People have real problems 

Mine are in my brain 
Can’t handle this rejection

It eats at me everyday

My mind cannot escape him

It pulls me in separate ways 
Haunted by the living 

A tale we know to well

I’ve nothing left for giving 

And too much left to tell 

So Dark

So sick of sadness

Tired of searching for light

I’ll never find happiness

So why not give up the fight
I’ve burned all my bridges

And changed all the locks

Handled all my business

I answer as hell knocks
What are they to do to me

Better than what’s going on here

I’d rather burn for all to see

Than live with all this fear
I thought that I was loved

Brittle little lie I told myself

I can’t go on this way 

I feel I need some help

The Dying Ones


My heart screams for mercy
My body aches for more
All this internal controversy
Makes me your little whore

Fill me with your hatred
We are a dying breed
I’ve never been so penatrated
I love the way you bleed

I’ve chosen life without you
But you always pull me back
I cast out all my demons
And I come back from black

Please fill me with your power
I will always belong to you
I will be your lap dog
No extant to the things I’d do




In the night they come

creeping up your walls

you can pretend to be asleep

But your heartbeat calls

They creep up on your bedside

taunt you with their breath

They feed off when your skin crawls

and when you fear for death

They want to be inside you

consuming you completely

make you do god awful things

whilst you smile so sweetly



There’s something dark inside me

That tells you all these lies

Tells you what you need to hear

Hides in my disquise

It keeps all my secrets

And poisons through and through

We are becoming one i fear

And coming after you

And though you’ve been so good to me

I’m sorry it’s you it wants

It tears apart my insides

And feeds me as it haunts