LillithVain

I'm always waiting in line, Like some bastardized version of Myself I'm a replica of life Pretending to be aware of Anything But there is nothing in the front There is nothing in the rear Emptiness.

When your soul screams for you to stop, that is when I press on.  I ravage my body in your silent pleasure and destroy my kindness for money. I paint because it soothes the beast that drives me to extinguish myself.  It's not a joy for you, a pleasant taste of energy that you can absorb. For you all life is eye candy, and for me a flame that can dissapear one small step at a time. My mind is like a  maze that I cannot forge my way through.  I tired to take down the walls with my bare hands, and when that didn't work I tried other tools.  The more walls I crumbled the harder it was to find my way through the labyrinth of my thoughts. I am

The sadness overwhelms me like a flame, deep in the pit of my being.  It is blazing, an inferno of pain and stillness, driven by that knowledge that my insides are not enough.  Dwelling in the soul of my life is a great heaviness, a great love, for a passion which seems just out of reach.  In my veins the tears flow liquid red, longing for the release of a droplet upon the flesh, his flesh. It kills me slowing, like some obscene longing.  It rips at my soft spots, devouring the core until only the decaying parts remain.  I know that what he seeks is the insides of another, but for lust.  Lust, that nasty bitch of a reason to drive and push a