You love me so much you’d have me be your whore
Break into my flesh and help her steal my heart
I love you so much. oh! Help me be your whore
Stitch into my flesh and weave into my heart
My heart…fucked in blood and fell in love
My heart…it hurts
There was no pattern to cut out on the line
Fresh blade for a fresh love
If you cut me like I cut you
Then I will let you in to weave into my skin
A scar that reminds us forever how we
Fucked in blood and fell in love…

Love would never desire without the fear of pain
And cutting something new out of me… out of you.

The way it begins to shape
Even with the blindfolds on
The ugliest part of the beauty was the most beautiful start
When you begin to weave into my heart.

My heart…my heart…my heart….it hurts





Weave into my heart

Am I the stuffed pet in the corner.
For gods fucking sake 
The picture with the cracked glass 
Widow mourner
For gods fuckin sake
Sick of the life and the life of the sick
Click your fingers sick as a trick
Emotionally fucked and desperately needing
Extremely stubborn and very very afraid
Im tired and clouded by my misconception
Exhausted by my love
Sick of the life and the life of the sick

What did I ever do and what did I need 
And what did I ever see and what did I ever shit on

Cause I am still an addict and there is no control over you

Confused by the anger confused by it all as tragedy follows tragedy
Brief glimpses of happiness, but still bitterness is eternal bliss

Lies become the only thing to believe, belief becomes a joke one we play on our selves.
Over and over and over until its not funny anymore  

Sick sick sick of this life…sick as a trick 







The widow mourner

We said change us but all you did was rape us
And now theres nothing left
We have no shapes you fucking made us. 
So what did you expect
Now theres nothing left

I devoted all my life I gave it all to you
I stripped away my skin and I scared my face in skin
I fucked them all to believe there was no one else like you

Ten lies you little shit
Ten lies you never shared

You’re the Satan that’s claddered and laddered and torn 
Pinned up on the wall and made to be your own whore.
It’s the only thing you’ll fuck it’s the only thing you’ll feel
It’s the only thing you’ll ever know is real
Your number isn’t 15 or even a 6 you 
You fuck me like a cunt and kick me like a dog
Cannot ever bite you or a disease will grow 
So I hurt you with the words that I sow


Put yourself in a place where you could never dream
You hold and manipulate it into a scream
You’re so fucking bad for me

I can see my blood it’s the colour of mud and your so fucking bad for me
Why I think of you is almost a waste of space

YOURE SO FUCKING BAD FOR ME 
 



Ten lies you never shared

May I have all your attention 
I know I am nowhere near
Oh but you see. Well no not really
Im as fucked up as I feel.
Theres no putting your finger on it
They may sit around and say.
‘‘Look what he’s done
but would you do the same?
I think you would just walk away.

My love for this life is no tiring weed
But how far would you cut yourself
Would you go all the way

Death my love away 
Most people would say ‘’yea right that lovely little word isn’t worth my reputation’’
Shame! shame on you.

How dare you show emotion that doesn’t fit into our way!
‘’Ah! We’re such free thinking people’’
Its be weird, but when you get creepy, I think it time I stopped understanding you.
But what do I think? Aaaah…fucking cut the words into your chest
And every time you look in the mirror let it remind you how fucking creepy you are….

Death my love away.


Death my love away

Try to peel away the anger
It suffocates your skin
If control was a button
I’d push it again and again
Im a burn mark you hide
Ashamed to find this accident has left you with a darker side

I push my fingers in….
A question mark so dark it divides us now with an exclamation of anger
Or is this arrogances?
No I think its hurt
Your manipulative, 	
Narcissistic
Self controlling need
To have, to hold
So easily insult
To trap a bug and hear it squeal
Your pleasures you don’t even dare to conceal

The face underneath it only speaks to me
You obsess about it
And scratch yourself open
Only to find that you’re frozen
I push my fingers in…. a lonely place

Im allowed to feel the failing time 
Age designed in angers rhyme 
Red marks around your flaking face
Beat your fists against my chest
Anger designed only to impress

Raw emotion, alcoholic devotion
The lotion rubbed into your skin

I push my fingers in 

  


? So dark/! Of anger...

Ive got this line, I draw it further every time
Im not going to tell you how much it hurts
Everything inside feels like pain and dirt

Feels like pain and dirt, feels like pain and dirt

Might I misuse my pleasures
Give me bigger measures 
Pissing out my humanity always seemed to good to try
Now all I get is pleasure pissing in the dirt
All the things you search in me are all a lie, all a lie

Stabbing my heart into your hurt
Spinning out, nauseated
Feelings of desert  
We hung our heads and thru up all over our lives
It didn’t matter that I didn’t loved you
It was sex it was lies
I fucked you like the gods
Spinning out and nauseated 
Its burning in my head
Stab your hurt into my heart
Pissing out humanity….

pain and dirt

Might I misuse my pleasures
Give me bigger measures

All the times we were together(wire the voices that spoke to me) sever( cold in the clouds that fell on me)
Could you flatter yourself
or should she know she kills
I’m always picking wanting more
Like pain and dirt, pain and dirt
The pleasures to suppress or perverse
Crying at the stain(might I misuse my pleasures) 
Moulded scratches on my skin(give me bigger measures)
The smell you always leave(like pain and dirt)
Self-cancellation it might seem
‘‘But one thing is needful, which shall not be taken away’’
Like pain and dirt, pain and dirt

Might I misuse my pleasures 
Like pain and dirt




  


 

  



Sin 7. pride (pain and dirt)

Forever scoring on your flesh

Made up to fade out
See. I wont really pull a knife…or point a finger
This model figure you were searching for
She came packaged like the certainty of a whore

Forever scoring on your flesh
Words so fresh, they cancelled out your dying breath
The knife was pushed to kill at once
If you think again you’ll never sleep, you’ll never sleep

You’ll never sleep (forever scoring on your flesh)…..

Forever scoring on your flesh
Words so fresh, they cancelled out your dying breath
The knife was pushed to kill at once
If you think again you’ll never sleep

You’ll never sleep (forever scoring on your flesh)……

The knife was pushed to keep you still
Keep you close
Not quite to kill
But you might as well have been chained to a cancer

A kill in your smile
A needle in your dimple
A fishhook swallowed too deep

Now im trying to remember you in my dream

You’ll never sleep, you’ll never sleep…

You’ll never sleep (forever scoring on your flesh)……


Lust keeps evaporating my dear
Like the spirit of a painter gone dry

I think if you really fell to the earth you’d die..

oh you’d die


Oh you’d die….

























forever scoring on your flesh

My obsession with beauty 

My little pet, so new to be upset
Don’t throw your temper now
Retreat and learn how we burn the imagination

I want to use you to my advantage
Revenge my regrets
Remind myself….

That the only way forward is the sound
Is the sound……
Of my voice

Naked and beaten, purple turns to yellow
Now just a memory
The darkness of your body over shadows me
I cower in my insecurities….never let me be free

My obsession with beauty is because I have none….

Life wouldn’t allow me to be sober
Life wouldn’t allow me to feel secure
Life wouldn’t give me anything
Even if it came for free…..

Free now

Your so fuck’n free!


My obsession with beauty

WE LOVE YOU JIM

seems like everything fails
times tiny little details
wasted failures, raising regrets
better a life with some intent
see ive been having a bit a better luck
seems i shoulda had a lesson in fuck up...

drink up the remains of a faded life

well i havent got a fucking clue about any of you..

we were everything we never wanted to be, we were all the screams 

holding this together, rather masturbate to the bitch in leather
holding this together, my response is not to respond at all
just want to sign into a fuck you friend
for a little variety
to unclip a fresh dress
theres so much fuck in this mess

theres no paint in my blood anymore
sometimes hard liquors all that it takes to take this feeling in my stomach away

but we love you jim...we really love you jim

we were everything we never wanted to be





B.B.Blisterlipstick