Murder in disguise
An apathetic stab at being nice
Cordial deluge of despise
Bring to you, your demise
Six feet underground, in patience
Rotting beyond reach, of conscience
The maggots that fed on me
I shall bring to dwell in you
Reap your fruitless, horrid death
Share in my passionless hues

Today I seek payment
Retribution and atonement
Eye for an eye
Flesh for flesh
Blood for blood
This is my reward
My last winning card

Beyond the reach of sympathy
Burnt and bleeding you'll crawl to me
Penance will never move me
Salvation is way beyond me
I will see you bleed
I will see you heed
I will see you fall apart
I will hold your broken heart

..not someone who shares the same passion, rather someone who understands the meaning of passion.

She spotted him from behind the glazed walls of contempt. Each gaze, each knowing look and kindled smile spurred searing hate and raw passion. She knew of what it would seem, what it would translate to yet she did not have what it took to stop. She dwell in sweet misery and misunderstood glances. She took what she could from it and threw away those that did not equate to anything significant in her reality. She knew it was a challenge, that his agenda was anything but clean.. and to that she will answer. Disdain will be cloaked in petulant wanting, apathy in innocence, and foreboding darkness in redemption. She hopes him to be an opponent worth fighting and a heart worth striking.. for loss without the infliction of pain will not bear a victory worth wanting.. and for her victory is all that has meaning

..And I love thee for night and day
For turmoil and pain
For lies said
For betrayal
Infinite misery and death


..And I love thee
For doubt and blame
For weakness and hate
For vows made
For foolishness
Undying torment and breath

If you really love her, you won't just love her in silence nor from afar. You will love her with every aching moment, you will love her with a passion and fury of a hurricane and you will untiringly profess your love at the very face of rejection and pain.

she stood in front of the mirror, awe-inspired with pain-- and she smiled, that sad smile of hers. Sorrow seized every part of her body yet her eyes still glowed with courage and hope. She appreciated "life" for everything that it was. She has learned to appreciate disappointments, lost joys and even misery. Sorrow has become her friend, her refuge and source of comfort. Happiness can not console her for she has learned that it is something to fear.

Sometimes I catch myself looking at me and most of the time I like what I see. But when I catch other people looking at me-- I hate what I think they see.