Lisa Threedouble

Our gardens grow hypocritical flowers as our blood fertilizes the soil

My fingers slaughter a flower with the words "He loves me not" Your hands murder a dove because you love to see the innocent rot

I had a friend who loved to stay in misery. She was a handicap in Suicide Lane.

Do you remember my face because I'm the only one you bully.

I feel you clinging to me again. But for the life of me, I can't remember who you are.

You'll miss me, this is the last time you'll kiss me. You killed yourself for the things I've done. But you say we can no longer stay this way. Because you're not a sinner's son.

We'll feast upon our suicidal tendencies

She wipes the table with a page from the bible as a smile curls at her lips.

She said she would never do it again, he played a sad song on his violin wondering how to live as time passed them by.

You're selfish and psychotic in your logic and love it. You suffocate me in your tainted platonic needs, you can shove it!

She has no reason, nothing to believe in...

She tried to be a savior to someone Else's life but she lost her own in the mix.

My garden of Eden is failed and rotting and yet you can turn away? I'll be your angel one day.

I was damned as soon as I formed in my mother's womb. My father was an abuser and that was passed down to me too.

So come, take my hand and I will deliver you in the arms of promise.

I scream for me to justify you.

She fades away like a blind man's past...

"I will meet you here. If not then I'll follow you to the world's end."