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I curse your name. Because you don't really exist. I will call you a liar because you have betrayed my trust. I will feel disgusted forever. For the way this world has turned out. I will be angry.
Oh sweet sorrow feed me your lies What sin have you an offer today .
Put out the stars Like accusing eyes That need To be blinded With nails and knives. Fill the sky With thick Darkness Envelop all In its suffocating kiss.
I look at these blank pages and try to find words to fit them perfectly, as if the souls of these pages linger. As if the expect me to find there true nature and place it upon them in simple black...
Cold. Frozen. Lost in time. Dead. Leaving. Never mine. Trust. Broken. Fragile bones. Heart. Crying. Sticks and stones. Lost. Melting. Losing you. Card. Plastic. Love you too. Fake. Worthless.
Lying here all by myself, Tears cascading down my cheek, Blood leaking out my wounds, Prepared for the never-ending sleep.
#acorn I'm stuck in this town, Walking around and around, Searching feverishly for green leaves, Or just a fresh breeze, ...Please.
Lead weights hold be down, I just want to walk, I just want to run... around. But you here you hold me, Always forcefully unfree. Continually I'm a captive. Holding me, can't live.
#100days To the tune of Judy Garland's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" Somewhere over the rainbow Dreams will die. Never finding their purpose. Neither will you or I.
My screams go unheard. So louder and louder I cry. People to busy to look around. People to busy to ask why. They can't see i'm invisible to them. They care not for what I do.
Come lay your weary head, little one. I know a long time you've been around. You must be very tired and weak. After the world has beat you down. You feel hopeless, helpless. Like nobody cares.
The dark side of life. Has called out my name. Causing pain and strife. Discomfort and shame. I have no blue skies. No dreams to behold. Around my sad eyes. The tightest blindfold. Unable to see.
I wish to write a poem About how Earth is dying. Or a meaningful verse All about people crying. I wish to write a poem About my messed up life. Or a depressing tale, About my dear dead wife.
My soul is black and tainted. From the tears of victims past. Everyday i die again. Until from hell i'm cast. Hatred is so strong. In this world so imperfect. Love has fled. From planet earth.
I cry for hunting. My soul it sells. My eyes are burning. I find myself. Alone in my heart. I fled the stars. I call for morning. Alone in mourning. As I wallow on, my depths are more undone.
I wish someone would tell me "Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear." But I got no one to tell about these tricks, these stupid endless nights. I smile, turn my head, and realize nobody's...
I'm surrounded by darkness blacker than the midnight sky. Now they've all said good bye. So I'm in the dark and I am alone. I am alone. I am alone. I call out for help, I scream, I plead, And I yelp.
Inside out all I see is black white and drought. Places crumble feelings fall, but there's nothing I can do to stop it all. Right round the bend it keeps on coming, when will it ever end.
Falling from darkness. To a place I don't know. Everything moving. Nowhere to go. A darkness which blanks my mind. Black shadows walking in line. Alone falling in the darkness. Feel down mind aches.
He hung suspended by madness, orchestrating his motionless descent. Ascending only to fall, again, compounding agonies torment.
CORRIDORS I'm running through these corridors and shadows fill my head of tall machines and brutal wars, of millions that are dead.
There are days I long to feel, Death's cold fingers around my neck. There are mornings I wake up to, and I take my pulse to check. There are evenings where I lie down, and wish I'd never rise.
The dawn arrives, The pain survives... The sufferer cries... the desperate tries. And through all, I don't feel like standing tall...
This place is a hole, But home for the shattered, A distant scream, Another one battered, Whispers and mumbles fly through the dead air, Was that real. Ha. who would care.