Lightening Crashes, ripping light though this dark, cold room, tearing shadows across your face, darkening you're already dark blue eyes, those eyes that I once saw a glow and sanity, but now seemed dark and disturbed. Your skin looking paler then it was before. White like paper so it almost looks unhealthy.

Your clothes ripped and bloodstained, as you stare back at me, your pale lips are somewhat open, so I can see your bloody fangs in your mouth. Your pale pinkish lips are twisted into a sinister smirk; a little crack in your lip from your fangs is making blood drip down.

Your face stays shadowed, cause of the dark Black and red emo styled hair that falls in your face, darkening it even more.

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I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I am an Anne Rice novel come to life.

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Lightening crashes again, it could probably show the fear in my confusion and face. And the remorse as well. Maybe if I hadn't had pushed you so much...this wouldn't have happened. Everyone always told me yelling wasn't going to help anything, and hitting you wasn't gonna ether. But, I didn't listen.

I walk slowly to you, grabbing your shoulders, thinking I can shake some sanity into you, but, no, you just shove me back, letting out a low keying hiss as you stare at me, as I sit on the floor. I couldn't believe you pushed me, never once did you fight back.

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I can't hide the monster… anymore.
One can, only feel desolate for so long until
One starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn't recognize.
Metamorphosize.

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"No... More." you say, your voice is dark, and emotionless, as your eyes look over my body, as I look at yours, the bruises are still there.

"I..." Is the most I can say, shuttering as a gust of cold air comes over me.

"No more yelling, No more screaming, No more belts, No more beatings...NO...MORE...PAIN!" you scream at me, hissing, showing the your sharp fangs.

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The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became.
I viewed the sun for the last time.

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"I'm sorry-" I start to say, but, you cut in, moving closer to me.

"You never forgave me when I said I was sorry." you point out.

"Yeah, but..." I'm speechless; I don't know what to say.

"You think I liked being pushed around?" You asked, cocking your head to the side. "I'm not you, I won't be you anymore." You tell me, still without emotion in your dark toned voice.

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Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

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"But, I-" I started but, again you cut in.

"Everytime you hit me, it made me feel like you didn't care about me." You told me.

"Stop, we're best friends, of course I care about you." I told you, course you didn't listen to me. You just looked at me with your dark blue eyes, burning a hole into my very soul.

People always told me, 'you need to stop hurting him before something bad happens.' Why didn't I listen to them!? Damnit, I hate myself for it. Everyone warned me, but, I didn't listen.

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And it pulses through,
The desire to change, to deconstruct
All of my,
All of my, past failings.
But where to begin, because when you live in sin
It's hard to look at saints,
Without them reflecting your jet-black aura back on you.

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"You think I liked it when you hit me?" You asked, You lick the blood off your thin, pale hands, with your black nail polished nails running across your face, softly, as you wipe away some of the blood and lick it up.

"I...I..." I stand here, like a moron with my mouth open, unknowing of what to say.

"You think I liked it when you beat on me? Just so you can fucking take out your anger on someone!?" Your voice is louder now.

Again, the lightening crashes, ripping across the room and your face, shadowing your eyes again. Your thin, tall (But, still shorter then me) Body casting a shadow across the floor, your skin tight jeans are some what bloodstained, but, your not wearing a shirt, so I can see the bruises still...I regret it now.

I regret hurting you every night, I regret beating you so hard all the time, and I regret torturing you like I did. I regret it all, I shouldn't have done that. I regret not listening to your needs. Not listening to you when you cried for me to stop. I regret it all. I regret that you never fought back because you loved me so much, I regret you loving me at all, you should hate me.

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And all I have is hope
My inner burn's not fading,
I'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

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"I hate that, I hate when you hurt me...Friends don't do this kind of stuff, now do they?" You narrowed your eyes. "How would you like it if I did the same to you, you sick son of a bitch." You hissed.

"Stop, you're scaring the hell out of me." I tell you, but, you don't say anything back, you just glare at me.

"I hate you." you yell at me.

The lighten crashes again. Your shadowy form moves closer, taking me down and pinning me to the floor. You're breathing low and deep.

"I used to cry for you to stop, no more crying anymore." You shake your head, this darkness coming over you as you glare down at me.

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And all I have is hope
And all I need is time
To bury in pine under six feet of time
The lies I told me about myself.
Claw my way out,
Pick the splinters from under my fingernails.
I won't lose hope,
I won't give in.

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"I'm sorry!" I tell you.

"No..." You whisper. "No more suffering! No more crying! No one hurting! NO MORE YOU!" you hiss, the blue in your eyes are now a red, glowing, bright to your Pale skin.

I shake my head. 'You've just watched too many Steven King Movies' I tell myself in my head.

I can feel your breathing on my neck as your teeth bite down on my flesh in my neck, sucking the blood out...

I wish I had taken everyone's warnings, I wish I had paid attention to your needs, but, I didn't, and now I, a stupid, abusive motherfucker is getting what I deserve for abusing an innocent boy who didn't deserve this...

And I'm sorry...But, you shouldn't forgive me cause what I did was wrong...

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Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
I try not to die again.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
when you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

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