PassionA

The night I conceived, My secrets became unburied. My inhibitions took physical form, Into monsters. They suffocated the room we dwelled in Like his lips, passionately damaging mine. When his seed entered my womb, It was false gratification. We knew they would shrivel and die in my empty womb Because I was the Grim Reaper. Souls created inside of me Only lived to die, And the only thing I could birth Was pain. When he rolled over and drifted off to sleep, I drifted into the shadows. I allowed every monster to strip me of my tough flesh, And listened as their sharp claws dug into the ground, Releasing every bellowing secret into the air aro

I never heard the promises You always keep From you mouth straight to the grave I never saw the blood beneath the weak I barely felt the love Reserved just for me Always shared, but never cared The hope for you to change is turning bleak Maybe if I had another chance to seek Another piece of you ~Bridge~ Because I look for you In everyone I meet A hopeless journey, they say But I’ll search till my feet Bleed with every footstep Breathless with every promise kept Of finding you, in my soul you seep ~Chorus~ And if they ask I never did forgive You cut my wrists and called it quits So deep that I bleed blue And it hurts to be the bitt

I was very young when I had my first one. Back in my hometown. It was small, few houses, but lots of dogs. At night, they would swarm up to the cherry tree at the top of a hill near our backyard. It had the sweetest cherries, but the tree would keep all the ripe ones hidden deep within its thick branches, dropping the other ones for the dogs. We loved to go up there and climb that tree, my sister and I. For hours, we’d sit on the thickest branch and feast. It was a laborious task to get them, but it was worth it, just to get a taste of those cherries. But one day, she didn’t want to go to the hill with me anymore. Mom would sneak