suffer in silence i shall do no more.
Anger tears away the face of angels
pink flesh turns pale
sickly sweet smell of death
i will show you what it is to burn
fight fire with fire
the smell of brimstone so close
for those who know they will rot in hell
i will show you what it is to burn.
violent convulsions as you scream to god
FORGIVE ME FORGIVE ME
God can't save you now
take my hand for it is time
i will show you what it is to burn
Brandi S Weaver 2009
Porcelain white and rouge
black to cover up the tears
painted on to make her look sane
but underneath is another story...
She Swollows her Emotions
letting them be seen will only bring her down
hide behind the porcelain mask
that gives her security when she knows that the truth
will only cause you pain.
long sleeves can cover the scars
the truth can only hide for so long
solitude makes her lonely
the frustration finds a home inside her
for a brief second she no longer aches.
she is bearing a burden
so heavy that even hell refuses her
eventually the mask will crack
the shirt will tear
and she will be left naked
confronted by fear and hatred
~Brandi S. Weaver 2009
subconsciously you wreak havoc apon my temple.
the only place where there is rest for the wicked
belongs to me no longer
for it is over run with the thought of death and daggers
My most sacred thoughts become you
this hideous creature who has all control over me
nolonger do i see myself in the mirrors
i see you.
My darkest fears control my life now
hideous vile being that I created
you whisper this is the end sweet child
into the depths of my soul.
No longer does my temple stand for peace
for it is over run with the chaos that my demon created
Can you feel how heavy the air is.
breath shallowed by fear
heart racing, and about to explode
the pain in my stomach grows to stabbing proportion..
words that want to come slip from my grasp
face down in mud and dirt
the blade glistening in moolight
as its pressed against my kneck
you sick fuck infecting my every thought
destroying the vessel that i called mine
taking what was never rightfully yours
screams of horror off in the distance.
silent killer, escapes reality through inexistance
knife in hand, ready to slit the throat of innocents
conflicted and terrified
my thoughts drift to a place where i am safe
only moments pass but it feels like hours
my body and soul ravaged to their very core
this morbid erotic connection is at its end
for a moment i almost wish it wasn't
awake in darkness swallowed by utter desperation
still feeling your hot breath in my skull
and cold seraded edge against my jugular
was this a dream or of real existance?
a smile of relief spreads across a tear soaked face
that believes this nightmare is finally over.
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Brandi S. Weaver
December 29, 2009
my depth perception quickly changes
this light brightly blinding me
even god would cry out in anguish
at the pain you have caused
your mockery will never cease
it was you who i believed pulled me from the darkness
yet you smile so politely
as you push me back into abyss
this life I once pictured bright and vivid
has faded to near black and grey
as i burn the picture of you
out of my memory.
your bullet penetrated my heart
and instead of dying from the blood loss
it merely shattered me into a thousand pieces
and left me to be carried by the frost
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Brandi S. Weaver
December 28, 2009
the eyes in the mirror
deviant disasterous windows that hide chaotic secrets
blind me so i no longer have to look into you soul
lies that multiply with time
cannot be seen behind a veil thats in league with hell
eyes of snakes are more convincing than those the devil gave you
icy and vengeful piercing my core with a glance
my life turned cold with the sight of you
fresh blood streams down my cheeks
let me rip them out and cast them at your feet
so no longer i suffer hypnosis by your traitorous eyes
modern day medusa casting her stone gaze in my direction
i long for darkness so i smash out the sun
blacken the skies so i no longer see your face in the mirror.
Brandi S. Weaver
january 7, 2010