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Every tear, You freeze. Turns into ice, Which falls in the breeze. Every word, You ice. Make me hurt, And entice. Every thought, You turn upside down. Icicle mind, I think with a frown.
Every footstep forward, I take another back, Every compliment I get, You point out what I lack. Every smile you give me, Another frown on side, Every open talk we have, There's another that we hide.
Hollow black shadow,. Sprouting from my feet,. Climbing further, further away,. Sleeping on the street,. Flickers in the moonlight,. Shrinks when lights go out,. Ripples on the grass,.
I see your distorted image, In the shattered mirrored frame. The shards of glass spread, Tells us of your shame. Your jumbled up face, Worn out from all the lies.
With a broken heart, How can I survive. How can I breathe, Or even be alive. With a broken heart, How can I talk. How can I move, How can I walk. With a broken heart, How can I think.
#emotion #trust Acrylic on the surface, Cold satin, deep within, Laced thick with all my secrets, The key, kept 'neath the rim.
I don't know what a bad day is. Only boredom. I've never felt sad in my whole life. Only boredom. Torture doesn't even come close. Only boredom. Mental illnesses I could only wish. Only boredom.
I am you, c an't you se e, just a mi rror image of your pe rsonality Your d arker th an bla ___...
He lends me a darkness. so that i can truly see. He fills my heads silence. with the shrillest of screams. He bestows upon me memories. so vividly real. He temporarily bandages wounds.
I'm stuck Between a Rock And a Hard place With no Headspace, Up is down, Down is up, My mind Is leaking Thoughts Like a Cracked cup, I'm an Unmade bed, There's an Empty space In my head Where...
#emotion #fanatical As a blink the white walls stare at me, Pulling their ugly faces. Screaming at my persona, Taking me to those places. We, together must plan against this.
Rain falls against the roof, Or is it the marching of the troops. Close your eyes and dream, Leave this world full of screams.
@naaviie @sjw @Irrational_Kimmi Here's the explanation, That you haven't been expecting, It's a government creation, That my mind is redirecting.
Give, don't take, Make up to hide the fake, Hidden in the lines in your face, Nervous from the way your fingers lace, Obvious how we all hear your heart race, Begging for space but you're stuck in...
I think that the hand that feeds. Is the face that will lie. Interchanging between good and bad. He leaves a trail of hurt nearby. Such selfish needs perspire from pores.
Oh how it burns through the sounds I hear. Bringing me down with a malady of fear. And now I hope things will be more clear. Else I will fall to the laughs and jeers.
Numb & made of diamonds. Imperial & on your knees. Gallery of art disintegrating. Half hearted dust in the breeze. Tainted in your loves disease. Tangled in your web, I freeze. Operating on my heart.
Tear bits from my fears. Search out and kill my tears. Destroy all of my subconscious. I lay down so sad and malicious. I hate the colour white. The definition of ones fright.
Forgive me for I have sinned. An angel came, I broke her wings. I called to her, I reeled her in. I knew just how to pull her strings. Chastise me because I've been bad.
Those lips. That smile. A dream that dips. Me in love for a while,. Those eyes. That glint. A life of sighs. Should give me a hint,. So when I cry. Those silent internal years. Just pass on by.
I'm weak, pathetic,. I depend on you to feel. Like I'm worth anything,. You can build me up,. A desperate leaning tower,. Then crush me with a smile,. Drain me of all power,. Tear me limb from limb.
#augustwriteaday. A bloodless wound, surreal. Can't clot won't heal. It should hurt it should bleed. I just don't feel the need. Bloated bullet past sleeping sentry. No jagged hole just silent entry.
Open your eyes, Look around you. People. People everywhere. They know you, You know them.
Fifty shades of emotion, that herald my dark devotion. It used to be speed that fed my need, now new rivers feed needs ocean. Perhaps once it was chaos, the thing upon which I fed.