The act of suicide doesn't always occur at the last breath

The key to my heart
can be found in the lock
of the blade that tears me apart.
cure the pain, cure the pain
so i can be saved.
deem me sane, deem me sane.
Idle time is a dangerous thing for the idle brain,

I said i didnt want to start again.
Square one has high walls.
To stay trapped or to climb?
well that all depends,
maybe im a little scared to fall.

Strung out on the astmosphere of the evening
and all the days before.
I leave all of my entrances wide out and open,
but infatuative hate uses no doors.
it's here to stay...
so were trapped in ardour bay.
the tug boats are dwindling,
the tourists that were afloat,
well spiteful sharks they swallowed them whole,
and now were left in salted blood
and eager tilling.

I used to believe that all i harboured was guilt,
but all ive come to find over time
was how my design was really built.
ive never been so close to hate
yet i have never been so far away.

the things i feel have lost their appeal
once again i am lost to the on going fray.

all i wanted, all i wanted,
was to taste these things again.
all i wanted...
is this what i wanted?
perhaps to sense tangibly my eager friend.

black and white
day and night
love and hate.
i never used to act, i ever had to hid my shame.
so turn on the light
and give me some sight.
or is the fillament burnt?
if so i will surely fade.

The key to my heart
is in this pain i feel.
a deadlock cut that tears apart
and makes such hatred real.

Written by Cobie (innileika)

This uglyness is corrosive

I felt it fall away
inches from my hands
just couldnt grasp it in time
save it from the jaggedness beneath
worlds apart never farther away
never as easy as it seemed
when you actually start to struggle against the currents 
hurts to see it ripping us apart at the seams
this uglyness is carossive
brings out the worst in us both
fractures us into pieces that can never be put back together
floating in the air
ashes blowing in the wind
shielding your eyes from its aggression
trailing out of sight
a heavy burden to carry on your own
but the strength it will bring will be worth the effort
tears will build this foundation up around us
block out the elements wearing away our complections
the ashes start to clear
letting our eyes focus in on the horizon
so close but never further away
one step and then anouther
on shattered knees
obtainable
so sertain
unending
leaving me in pieces
scraping them together with my hands
trying to realign this puzzle into a form recognizable to my memory
before it broke
but answers seem distaint
and the pain we feel continues to grow and fester
into a storm of ash
fallout from the sorrowed eyes of a growing storm
caught up in the wreakage
eroded by the winds bending around us 

Written by stepintomywinter