Verge in Blue... I love it, it's brutal....
here's one of my originals....
I am the one who enters the room
You are the one that appears
I am the one who feels like dying
But you are the one in tears
I am the one who hungers inside
But you just sit there and stare
I try to show my emotions for you
But your expressions cannot compare
I try to lean over to caress you
But you merely raise your hand
Can I contain the feeling to hurt you?
How much more can I stand?
I always come back here to see you
Through all the nights and the days
Every time I get very close
We’re divided by some kind of haze
You were the one whose lips did speak
“We are the same, you and me”
You stand there thinking I feel the same
But hate froths behind my teeth
You are the one who flaunts your pretty face
And I hide my arms full of cuts
You still sit there with no passion at all
god, it makes me want to puke my guts
I don’t know how much longer I can hold back
You don’t know what I’ll do
We stand here and face each other again
You with that smile, spread to a grin
Me with my teeth bared in my hate
I feel a scorpion rising within
No holding back now, smash you to bits
Revenge sated as you fell
But a streak of regret as I realize
That I had just broken myself
Fingers burst open as I gather the glass
Your name I am repeating
You are the one broken to pieces
But now I am the one who is bleeding
---the Rage
As an afterthought:
“Substance projects image; image punishes substance.” (---DMC 3)
Dark Slayer...."The world has not killed me off yet....

"The maid that you've hired could never conspire to kill....
She's to mother, not quietly smother you when you're most ill....
The one that you're trusting suspiciously dusting the sill...."
The Bourne Ultimatum = The Boring Old Tomato