Love to LimboI know that this pain, this torture, and this abuse is only meant for me. I have bargained my soul with the devil. I know what hell looks like and it isn't the fiery place everyone thinks it is. It is beautiful, sinful, lustful, and wonderful. Even when you have fallen completely mad, and you have screamed until only small whimpering rasps escape, you still stare at its beauty in wonderment. You still want to feast more upon it and surrender everything to it. Even when you are being picked apart and skinned alive you are in craving to be touched. No hell is not a frightening place full of fiery pits or cobwebs that make you want to turn away and run. It is a painfully sweet place that draws you in like a most skilled predator. You are my own personal hell. You are my lethal addiction. And You will be the death of me, even if its not your hands my blood and bile spill upon.Love to Limbo by ~TayshaRae
AddictionI'm addicted to soda.Addiction by ~TayshaRae
The carbonation gives me a high.
I'm a addicted to food.
A new taste comes from everything you try.
I'd be addicted to pain medication.
If I let myself have a taste.
A sweet numb sensation fills your bones
After every sniff you take.
I'd be addicted to cigarettes.
If they didn't make me sick.
And I'd probably be addicted to more things,
If I let myself have a lick.
But your my biggest addiction.
The one I just cant quit.
The one who is so bad for me.
The one who gets me lit.
The one who destroys my confidence
Every time you turn me down.
The one who plays silly games
Having me chase her around.
The one who promises me happiness.
If I just stay with you.
The one who doesn't want to share me.
But cannot stay true.
If I could leave you,
Without ever turning back.
If I could not have with-drawls,
Or my heart wouldn't crack.
I'd leave you in a second.
I'd never feel remorse.
I'd build myself up again.
I'd find my new knight upon a horse.
But life is not that simple.
Time LineToday I've lost everything, there is nothing to gain.Time Line by ~TayshaRae
My life that I'm living is being lived in vain.
I can't pick up anymore pieces of this shattered glass.
My head and my heart habitually clash.
I can't fight these's demons, dont grow numb to the pain.
I find it quite an effort to keep staying sain.
Drowning in my own tears, gagging on my sorrows.
Everyday becomes just another mournful tomorrow.
Nothing gets better, and I don't see the light.
I can't tell if it's just dark or if I've lost my sight.
I'm calling for help but my voice has gone hoarse.
No one wants to help, they've lost all remorse.
My last string is still in tact, but I watch it fray.
Every fiber hair grows closer to it being my last day.
I manage to get a breath, I wonder if it's my last
Because every yesterday adds more pain into my past.