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I wish I could climb these duvet mountains. Escape the wallpaper that threatens to blind me. Run free of the raindrops and sweat that salivate from the dirty city.
I am trapped within this broken mind. I am trapped with no way out. My heart that overflows with love. Is chained and leaden,-there's no doubt. My eyes which have seen so much.
There's nothing left. Plain white-washed walls. Just a lonely echo. And deserted halls. The colour has faded. Only stained hearts remain. Forever waiting. To be cleansed by the rain.
Erase me from the Earth why don't you. Erase me from this life, Erase me from this hurting pain, That engraves scars into my heart.
She sighed and continued toking on her cigarette. Once again she had failed to even reach 200,000 on a game where her friends brag about reaching 10 million.
Of ragged dresses draped in white, And bloodstained sun that soaks the night, Could any tale be quite not right As Poor Mad Lady Aceline.
(from Ode to Melancholy). There is a world of silver sunsets. And the darkest nights. It is a place where one forgets. And the truth is hidden by a shadow of lights. Upon the grave in midnight glow.
Destruction And anger Despair And distraught Captured And hidden They've killed Every thought. No sense of Community No pain No gain No life in Purgatory Just blood Where you've lain.
I'm here. Do you not see me. I'm here. Do you not hear the desperation in every word left unspoken. I'm here. Do you not feel my presence; worn and anxious and praying for you to call my name.
Found an old writing, didn't liked how it was, decided to tweak it around... Be honest, this is new version of Beautiful Rejections...
Tethered to a rock. Cast into the deepest coldest blue. Never will my heart come back. Forever gone...I fear the truth. Shackled to that sunken boulder. I wish I have...to join it there.
Lets all just blow our brains out beside the river. the whom has taken over. life is empty and your a bitch. if we get it right, one bullet will take both of us. or I could be a prostitute.
I'm just a loving fool it seems With no chance of reaching dreams.
#rant The tasteless food and unhappy mood, the grumpy isolation and lack of interrogation. A world on crack, where leaders need a 'whack' but there is no light, only the dark of night.
#colourchallenge. Warning: very bleak. The black attacks me. And suffocates me too. No twinkle of light. No way out of this gloom. The dark embarks. And carries me away. It grasps me so tight.
Sawdust heart, All flown away. Nothing ever works, Never a happy day. Dusty heart, From lack of use. Try to pull a lever, Find it all loose. Sawdust heart, All worn out.
A walking message of darkness, No joy in their footsteps, No life in their eyes. They are the walking dead. Life abandoned for no apparent reason, Waiting for the inevitable end.
The morning lacks. Promise,. I've no get up and go,. Just. A bitter taste of coffee. Minus. A well-needed, but avoided. Cigarette,. They will only be my death,. Slow. And painful, like life I. Guess,.
"Kill me first". Crying with bleeding eyes,. Tears of a curse,. "Make it rain red". Whispers,. "Pain is the only thing. to let me know I'm alive.". Heart crimson bled. beating in frail hands,.
As I sink deeper and deeper into the dark water I look up and see the light My only chance of escape My safe harbor Although I try to reach it The water has it's icy grip on me Pulling deeper and...
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Cold is the breeze; void is the soul, Yearning creeps in, from crown to sole. Traces concealed; powerless my sight, Hope, an ember, fading in the night.
I stand there in the ashes, A cloud of dark despair, Crackles with a shock of lightning, Shattering the air.
#household We've staked this humble home of ours, out here among the stars Where dreams do fade with waning light, and stings like salt upon old scars.