After another seven days he sent forth a dove. It did not return.

Bring me an olive branch to crown my peace.

It's not being emo, it's just taking myself a little more seriously.

But when you're on a topic that sombre, sometimes the knife that you meant to thrust into the heart of your demons turns upon yourself.

Her glance piercing through my eyes, staring into my being. With her tender love she melts away all inhibition, exposing every secret and I can't help but bleed out my very soul.

Take your time, let me savour every bite you take of my heart. It doesn't hurt as much as it makes me want to give a little more.

Fall like a seed to die so that you can grow again.

So go ahead and kill me. Thrust it in to the hilt and twist it. I will always be coming back for more.

We all have something we need to excise.