Biography of Razorblade Kiss
My name is Stephany, but my friends call me Steph for short so either one works. I hate when people call me Stephy. My one friend calls me step for some reason that I have yet to find out. I have the idea that I’m Batman! I’m also the Mad Hatter from Alice in wonderland. I have 4 piercing; I have my ears, nose, belly button, and an industry done. I have 2 tattoos; I have a cat on my shoulder and tigger with the word mom in a heart on my leg. I’m getting 4 more tattoos...and one of the tattoos will say “if you are reading this you are a stalker.” On my 18th birthday I’m getting my tongue pierced. I don’t own any part of my body….everyone of my friends seem to own parts of me. Umm I don’t give a fuck about what people say or think about me. I’m very random at times. I speak my mind and if you don't like....too bad for you
Razorblade Kiss Poems
Tears Of Blood For My Valentine
I always thought Valentines Day was a joyous one. Couples getting together in acts of true love, But this year is different. My heart was broken.
Death’s Call (From The Desk Of The Diein...
As I lay here in my bed I know I’ll soon be dead I feel a rush of cold air And I know he’s there
My Words Fall On Deaf Ears...
I have been lead to believe that Betrayal can be one of the most difficult emotions to live with. It sit in the pit of your stomach like a growing stell ball as you relize you placed so much trust into the betrayer. Your tears are no comfort, and when you have nothing but yourself, you know your were a fool. It's a growing anxiety as you wonder what there doing with the knowledge you so willinly imparted on them. I have been betrayed so many times in my short life I often find myself wondering why I haven't grown accostum to the ache it brings. Or why haven't I learn that trusting, even kin, can bring it, perhaps even more so simple because they are your family.
I sit alone pondering the mysteries of life. A blade in my hand. What happens when it ends? Is there some better place that we go?
I hope you hear me when I cry for you at night I want you to know that I love you my head kept saying “Just let go” My heart kept saying “why would you let go of something so beautiful? ”
Forgive me, For I am weak, I stand not as strong, I stand, not at all.
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alone in my darkness, cold and dead, the blood i've shed, bleeding crimson red,
Is anybody listening? Because though the tears and blood I can never tell Abused by the world, I pary for an end
I am grim reaper black deadly at times, mysterious dark, stightly depressed I am always prepared to win a fight but deep down inside I am a tint of bubble gum pink
Hold on to me, Just a little longer, We need redemption, But for now,
Yearning for something I could never achieve, A distant thought on a transparent stream, I chased fantasies with frailty for wings, Tattered and weakened, I crawl forth and dream.
You say that you love me That I'm perfect in your eyes That I'm the only one But that was a lie
Coming Soon (From The Desk Of The Watche...
I watch her lie in her bed Her breath is short She is almost dead I read a poem of his arrival
I suppose its destined for me to always fall hard, then soon have my heart broken. But for once I though the cycle wouldn’t repeat. Just the thought of him made me smile, I started to love him and I’m not sure but he may have felt the same.
I am grim reaper black deadly at times,
mysterious dark, stightly depressed
I am always prepared to win a fight
but deep down inside I am a tint of bubble gum pink
laughing, playing, wild, free
being with my friend and hanging out
unfortunately they are both me
light and dark.
What a contrast?