Fighter Fire Flies

Kiss my ass.
I'm shining
See the light?

(chill that's enough poem right there... bout to write another...)

Sinner's Dinner

A knife to one's wrist give you your desert.
Blood red artichokes.
Forgive me for feeding you.
Sin.
Feeding you sin.
Feeding you, sin.
So who's the sinner?
The loser or the winner?
Who lost?
Depends on who's wrist was cut.

Feast up.

To live or die is only one decision of many that life has to offer.
Decide on your choices...

***ShadowTheHamilton***

10

Again
Friends
Sin
Win
Then
Wind
Sends
In
Grins
Spent
Within
Him
Did
This
Sh1t
(make)
Sense?

If
It
Did
Then
Lift
Fist
(celebration)
This
Is
(a)


10

Perfect life. Perfect wife. Perfect night.
I hope these moments last forever. If not, it was nice to know y'all...

***ShadowTheHamilton***

Valentine's Day Suicide

I hope you're boyfriend enjoys my future.
He kisses it.
He caresses it.
He tries to ignore it... when he smells your breath.
My future isn't the sperm cells you've swallowed.
It's the lies you're about to tell him.
Tell him he's the only one.
Tell him you're not infatuated with me.
Tell him it was just once.
I'll confront him.
My day is his day.
Which is why my day is die day.
I no longer exsist to you.
I am no longer your friend.
I am the lover you sought refuge in one too many times.
One, two, many times.
I am not human.
I am a day.
2/14
2+1+4=7
The lucky number.
You're lucky a day can't verbalize anything.
Which is why you use me to verbalize your feelings.
Even if its for ...
A day.

The days leading to are like the days after... no matter what, it's the future.
So just let me die.

Valentine's Day, signing out...
*gunshot*

***ShadowTheHamilton**

The Removal of Pictures

So go ahead then.
Be bad.
Be like the others.
May humanity cast the spell of everything evil unto your soul.
I'm wrong.
But you're the crucifix of which I died on.
Love.
Right?
That's why I was put up there in the first place.
As you pray to Him, see me.
And if you're f*cking mood swings like the pendelum
May the cable break.

I just want you happy.

You can't be happy.

You like worry.

So die.
Worried.
And afraid.

When you return from heaven, it will be all smiles.
Because you will have died the death of a thousand others who wish they were you.

I only wrote this because I've never loved like this before.
If anything, I want to scare you into being perfect.

There is no one after you.
If there is an after you.
Just lonliness.
Potentially suicide.

Depends on when they put my album out.

***ShadowTheHamilton***