-VIXLETTA-

I want your pain to be my pain.
          I want your void to be my void.
          I want your happiness and your sadness to live within me so you can be finally free.
          Your bad and your good days, the brighter ones snd the darker ones.
          I want you.
          

The first time I felt it, it seemed like nuclear dust. A harmful, overwhelming feeling that made the void inside me disappear. 
          "You used to cherish me,you're not that boy any longer". One step,some cuts in my flesh, a red towell , my nose is bleeding. 
          And then she spreaded all over that nuclear dust again. My dusty feet are now able to walk. I'm reaching the bright dust and then it disappears.  Sweet ol' friend,my precious nuclear dust, be mine. I'm ready to be a dusty December boy. 
          Let your dusty love be mine..
          Let me be your dusty December boy..
          Let us be free...

I could destroy you if I wanted to
          like you destroyed the walls around my heart
          and beat your way in 
          but I won’t let my anger win
          instead I’ll let it go,
          and hope that one day your future daughter 
          brings home someone
                                                                  just like you.

A demon amongst angels.
          She’s always up to no good.
          Has a mischievous smile that goes for miles.
          Destroy what she pleases and leaves with no reason.
          She has no wings.
          She has horns.
          She knows no mercy.
          She has a soft spot, though.
          For an angel of course.
          She’s not all that bad.
          Only when it comes to her.
          She is me.
          And I am the demon in love with an angel.
          

Nothing 2 shots and 3 joints can’t fix.
          

Dæd

I met my creator.
          It was me.
          I consumed myself.
          Then I exploded into the universe.
          

I am the ugly truth.
          I’ll scream,
          I’ll cry,
          I’ll burn.
          I’ll ensure you’ll always hurt.
          I’ll be sure to eat you alive.
          

It doesn’t matter where I am.
          It doesn’t matter who I am.
          I’ll always haunt you.
          It doesn’t matter who you’re with.
          It doesn’t matter who she is.
          You’ll always wish it was me.
          It’ll always be me.

The monster isn’t in my head.
          He’s in my bed.
          Making me scream.
          Making me shake.
          He’s disrupting my body.
          He’s consuming my soul.
          And now neither of us is alone.