Khamosiyaan....

Stare into the dark, your shadow consumes, Your eyes reflect nothing, pain in the mist, glooms. I hear the silent screams, Of the victims you graciously met, The drip-drop of blood pools at my feet, The wounds these people kept. You open your crimson mouth, A soul with vampire fangs, The dead silently still, Escaped, some people hang. Excepting my fate, I raise my head, chin to neck, Welcoming you to drink, everything you need, except..... The numbers before,  Did not want this fate, They feared and hid from you, You were something that they hate... But I on the other hand, am yours to drain, deplete, Because the pain you will give me, makes my happiness complete. Please Pierce my skin, let my life flow down your throat, I desperately need to be like you... Because this life that passes fills me with hope... I cry out in pain, I almost sound obsessed, Now I walk the earth at night.... From the moment I take my last breath..  ...

as i lay here on my bed i think of all the pain that u given me i think of all the hatred that u made me feel, i slowly creep down stairs, and grab the thick sharp knife cannot stop me know for after this it is all over, tears of sorrow spill down my cheek, but its the hatred that keeps me going, i put the knife tightly in my fist as it glides slowly down my wrists, all the blood pours down my arm and all the pain suddenly drifts away, my mind goes blank, i have no fear, for i only want to disapear, its is all too late you cant stop me now, i wonder were i will go after this ..... probably to HELL.

My Death note..... August 3, 2016 Listen Up Dumbs: Most people kill themselves because of a mental condition. This is true in my case too. The condition I suffer from is that I am not normal, I am not like everyone of you "sane" people. I am not normal in the sense that I am not like every other one of you brain-dead zombies. I can think. I can reason intelligently. I c an observe and learn from life. I can make my own decisions and follow through on them. And I can do these without any aid from celebrities, T.V., radio or MySpace. Unfortunately, every one of you shit-brained lemmings seem to lack these skills and I can't fucking take it any more. Since everyone else in this world is a fucking retarded drone who revels in their ignorance and unintelligence, I must put an end to my misery. I truly wish I was normal. I wish I could be a fucking retarded sponge like all of you. I wish I could have the same conversations day in and day out about sports, poli...

  Beautiful is a romance with such abundance Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds Beautiful is a disguise Playing hide and seek inside and outside Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun Beautiful is delightful and truthful Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines And the taste of sweet colored red wine Beautiful was never ever created by mistake Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life's cake When all or nothing is at stake

Divine is the flesh for all its narrow constructs And the feel of you is angels singing and nuclear holocausts Purely cataclysmic and soul-clenching Rising with the morning, I help you to rise And throw me under with your strength My fragile underpinnings crumble Under the smooth machinations of your hands All is calm and brilliant, wrapped in you, Watching your eyes glaze and your head drop As I softly caress your neck, Licking my lips for the last taste of chocolate, Touching you as to make my claim Looking at your shoulders, damp with sweat Bringing hand to mouth to contain my longing sighs.....

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you............

"Yesterday when i was lonely sitting writing some notes, i felt a breeze passing through the net of my hairs, i felt as if it whispered something in my ears, which i cudnt recall although i tried a lot.... i closed my eyz for a min, i saw a picture of a face in my eyes, in search for that i opened my eyes, but i was unable to see anyone around in the garden while moving through soft grasses, i felt as if someone i moving my side, touching my shoulders,holding my hands, but when i wanted to find:who was it i wa unable to find him. yesterday when i was lonely sitting. a breeze moved trough my ears shaking my ear rings.... which made a sweet soft note of love, i felt as if u have shaken my ear rings, as it was moving with so much pleasure, kissing my cheeks, then when i stopped writing... i understood itz my dream, thats want to hold ur picture itz my imagination, thats want to imagine u and only u itz my feelings, t...