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I'm Done.I can feel
kiss my cheek
through the numbness,
were supposed to
was supposed to
what have they
for who I've
Apology.I'll spend my life,
if my existence
may be so called,
apologizing for everything,
could never be my fault,
because every horrible thing
can be traced back
Fallen.I wonder how many tears
Lucifer has shed,
when he sees the scars on his back
and remembers he once possessed wings.
Probably still less than me
when I look at your memories
and see the hollow space
from where you cut me out.
Sorry, I Love You.You swore
to make me feel
all the pain
I caused you
by destroying everything
My heart broke
and tears fell
from my eyes,
as you killed yourself.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,
A plot unfurling from your touch,
And poetry in your eyes.
You speak with golden glory,
Into sentences of hate,
And promises of lies.
You are the book
I never had the words to write.
Horology.Like a clock,
you said you'd wait
but I forgot
to replace the battery,
Renaissance Roses.Years of ivory glory,
a time of flowing thought
how beautiful a world can be
when it is born again
into the sunny light.
brought forth from onyx death,
in this God bejeweled realm.
Alas! the great Hadrian
and all his ruby plights
are brought to marble life.
Words of verse flow
as gracefully as Venice waters
and painted, righteous angels
look down on us in oil
as we dance amidst the vacant caskets
of those who love dealt dead.
Ask the boy with silver eyes,
from forth a golden goblet
he drank in all the blood,
the poison mark of every sin.
All things glorious and pure,
as his lips will surly tell,
must slowly wilt and die.
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
...i'd like to see the stars, fall
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
...and everytime i flip
these empty pages,
i can see
are the blank
[i have nothing to say .]
...you've got the rain following you
around like a sad tune
dancing atop of clouds
crows are loosing
off of flowers.
[it's melancholy .]
PsychoI see what isn't there
No one yells yet I can hear
The silence screams my name
No one can feel my pain
Inside I'm a mess
Outside I try my best
Happiness made of plastic
Surrounded by the night
I see faces and try to fight
I close my eyes and yell, "GO!"
Everyone's a little psycho
A person inside my head
On panic it is fed
Red, the color of fear
The monsters draw near
Scars on my arms
I beg and it harms
Just let me be
One day I'll be free
I curl up and cry
All I want is to die
I've become my own foe
Everyone's a little psycho.
NightmaresI don't want to fall asleep
I can't bare to close my eyes
I can't stand what's inside my head
Be it made of truth or lies
'Cause when I fall asleep
The nightmares take place
The worst things I can imagine
Scarier than any screaming face
In my dreams
I see you there
But you're hurting me on purpose
And you don't seem to care
I see you with other girls
And you look so happy
And I'm stood there screaming
Telling you it should be me
But you're not listening
You're too busy having fun
I can't get away from what I'm seeing
No matter how much I try to run
I'm seeing you with girlfriends
I've never even heard of
Telling them they're beautiful
As I start to sob
Then I wake up in the dark
And I'm lying here alone
With no one here to comfort me
Just me on my own
You may think the worst part is over
But it's only just begun
'Cause when I go back to sleep
I know I'll have another one
Nightmares that leave me crying
When I wake up in bed
Wishing every night
That they would stay out my head
But I kno
Scars and AcneI pick at my acne
To try to let out the part of me
I’ve spent so long trying to hide.
Instead, I find myself bleeding.
Left with scars that won’t heal.
I adopted your scars onto my bodyYou came to me in the midnight of your life
While I was in the twilight of mine
I was barely breathing
But you were suffocating
And so I breathed my air into your lungs
Leaving myself to be the one gasping instead
Perhaps it was the angst of your soul that drew me in
Or the beauty of the pain in your nature
The selfish selflessness that left me in such wonder that I could ignore the pain i felt
I adopted your scars onto my raw flesh
So that you could again walk among the living
While I laid in happy agony in the grave you abandoned
You promised to return so that we could change places one day...
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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