Boogiepop-Witch

Psychobabble © Kristen Gil de Rubio - 2006 You lie silent there before me Don't ever try that again You're too tainted too pure too deep in the emotional bliss Why are you so quiet so suddenly? Come on look at me again I know your dying to see beyond the fog Say something! I demand it! Don't ever do that again. Shy away like a wide eyed doe. It's not like I'll hurt you No, no, I won't remove the rope Don't make me pull it tighter Do just what I tell you I'll make the pain go away Why are so quiet now? Hey, I'm talking to you . . . Look- open your eyes! Oh my, looks like he broke . . . Should have been gentle with him.

Look At Me, I am Nothing © Kristen Gil de Rubio - 2005 I can't breathe again. I've gotten lost again. It's no big deal, You'll just forget to care . . . again. Where's my soul? I've lost hold of it again. I wonder if you care now. I'll just sit here and wait forever. Dearest lover, I've become a shell of who I was. I've let my soul go. I don't know if I can take it all back. So look at me, I am nothing . . . I lay before the door, Awake and shattered across the floor. It's been so long since I've seen your face. So long . . . Look at me, I am nothing.

Unforgiven Angel © Kristen Gil de Rubio I watched you fall and break your wings. I held you close . . . And felt your warm blood spill down my chest. Unforgiven Angel . . . Why have you lost your wings? I count your falling feathers As I kiss you softly. Even as my life diminishes into darkness, I wonder, Which path have I chosen? Unforgiven Angel, I don't want to say good bye. It hurts too much to lose you. The tears threaten to spill down my cheeks. All I want to say, Before dawn, Is that I . . . I love you . . .

Well that was a daring poem. Almost as peotic as the darkness that sings to me. How you have awakened, my own dark muse. I wish to see how you react to this. No matter how you try and guilt me, Speak of women I know not of, Except one. How jealous you made me, As you spoke of That little bird. But it seems, As I am the dreaded snake, I've poisoned you once to many times. Yet I cry no more bitter tears as we speak. I cry no more. Some how, You and I Killed the White Bird in a golden cage, On an Autumn's day. Not a Winter's day. That White Bird of innocent love.

I'm so happy I want you to die. I'm so happy I need to vomit. I'm so happy I want to bleed. I'm so happy I need to curl up and die. I'm so happy I love to cry. I'm so happy I lost my grip on reality. I'm so happy I slipped and fell into a world of thin darkness. I'm so happy . . . I want to die . . .