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Betrayed"If we broke up I'd do anything to get you back."
I'm just a train-wreck
Just another number
No more significant
Than a single hair
On your head
Who is she?
Why aren't I enough?
I can forgive
I can forgive
You've felt for so long
But what I can't forgive
Is this betrayal.
You say she's irrelevant
You say you love me
That polyamory is your forte
But I don't remember
Signing that contract
That said you could
You say I'm beautiful
But you never want sex
Is my body not enough?
Is she skinnier?
Less inclined to challenge
Your faults and discrepancies?
I fear you are tired of me
No longer in love
But you tell me
No, that is not the case
Well if it isn't,
Why are you with her
And not me?
It's not cheating.
We broke up,
It's not cheating.
Well if it's not cheating
Why do I feel betrayed?
I didn't want to leave you
I still want you
But you left me
ChimeraA chimera in the dark
A chimera in the night
Run for your life
Run for your life
Your bones in two
A chimera on the run
A chimera chasing you
Run for the hills
Because they'll rip
And mutilate you
With snapping jaws
And grabbing paws
Teeth as sharp as hell
Run form me
Run from me
For I am a chimera too
The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.
Living. Not breathing. Not here.
Just a faded echo.
Emotions lost. Just guilt.
Why me? Why me.
I don't want to say goodbye.
It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.
I want to forget. Why did you do it?
Why did you hurt me?
Concrete walls encage the heart.
Crushing it when it tries to grow.
You made these walls, not I.
To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.
No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.
Too many hands. Too many villains.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.
It has enough poets.
My hope is my lover,
Who's angel heart
Holds my head above
The water to stop me
In this great pool of tears.
My shrunken body,
Lost in darkness,
My only company a small light;
My love who guides me.
There are other lights, though
I do not see them
Or feel their warmth
But I sense their presence.
For these lights are the people who
Care, but I have lost my ability to see.
The ones who hold me, who calm me
When I'm weeping
Images in my head so vivid.
Memories of a distant past that
I know they are there
I know they see me
Clear as skies.
But their reach is hard to grasp
Fumbling in the dark.
Ode to LoveLook at you, so small and quaint
So pitiful, yet so alluring
Waiting for me without a complaint,
Subtle sweetness on your lips, luring
Me to a place of false affection
And honesty. While you devour
My heart with your insubordinate
And impractical opportunistic infection
That which you call love! Pray tell, how're
You to expect our hearts to coordinate?
I remember once, while kissing your lips
I felt my heart soar, with utter bliss
I must be caught in insanity's grip,
For my love was lost in the black abyss
All those years ago when the man
Who took my dreams also took
My soul. Now I am merely a shell
Of the girl I was before this began.
You say you can help me but just look
At what little he left me with after sanity's knell.
Little boy, how can you follow
Such a damaged girl so absolutely?
Do you not find yourself in a wallow
Of worry, hurt, and utter astute
Vexation? I am puzzled by your devotion
Yet I cannot find it in my heart
To turn you away, for I fear that loosing
You would hurt
Running, FreeRunning water
Streams we'll never seek,
Running through the Earth
at such a ferocious pace.
Not for ourselves,
Not for our world,
But for freedom.
that doesn't exist:
not really; Not at all.
A freedom to live, as life is precious.
A freedom to love, as love is
always free; we just need to
Or, if we cannot,
Where is it?
In our hearts, our minds?
or merely our imagination?
Or perhaps it is nowhere;
after all, if it were somewhere
it would surely be
Gushing through valleys,
the liquid of life,
the thing that keeps us standing:
But with one blow it is all Gone.
A spurt. A choke.
His Name Is Cackle~
His Name Is Cackle~
A new clown is headed to town~
Wearing not a smile, but a frown~
Fettered wrists, and his mouth stitched closed~
But why this is, not a soul knows~
That is until his bonds break~
And he's free from chain and shackle~
Nightmares wrought throughout his wake~
His name is Cackle~
Creations Of The SoberA smirk crawls upon your face,
As the pretty bright blood leaks down your arm,
Part of you is whispering,
"what have I done..?"
But you can barely hear it over the demented laughter,
That is emerging from your throat.
Your whole body is shaking,
With fear or with excitement, still remains unknown,
You look down at the bodies around you,
Drowning within their own blood.
You clench your fist,
Digging your nails into your rough skin,
Until your royal blood starts to flow.
You begin to laugh louder,
Dragging your feet through the mixture of their blood,
You walk past them,
Leaving a murderous trail behind.
You simply pick up your weapon,
Licking off the remaining blood,
And tighten your grip around it,
Ready to attack,
Your best friend stands in the distance,
Eyes wide and mouth open,
He's too frightened to say a thing.
You flash a smile his way,
When you realize he's crying.
"T-Those w-were yo-ur f-friends.."
He trails off,
Silent tears rolling down his cheeks,
FearViewing the world with bleeding eyes,
The black windows to soulless oblivion.
How awful that such evil could be contained in one being.
Neck cocked to the side,
Waiting to strike when we're most disposed.
Wait till we quarrel.
Wait till we question our morals.
Wait till we've forgotten who we are.
Then rip us to pieces.
Break us in two.
Crush us underfoot till the only left are those to mourn.
The strong will be all that's left,
But the strong won't last.
All will be swallowed.
None will escape once fear has dug his claws deep into our minds.
As the Candle BurnsAs the Candle Burns
From Lovecraft's "Whisperer in the Darkness"
He sat at his desk in the parlor
Pouring over a volume of lore
The author of which was not mentioned
As the candle he had lit burnt low
For a moment, he looked from the corner of an eye
At the shadows thrown on the wall
Then he saw something move among them
Creeping slowly towards his desk
His ears pricked nervously
A whisper issued in the darkness
It foretold of a future
Worse than what anyone could expect
"The Old Ones will be your future. I have come to start."
SoullessI traded my soul for a little more life
And was given a body that isn't mine.
Now I've been employed by death
To be a gatherer of souls.
I use the one life I was given
To destroy the lives of thousands.
Why did I make such a choice?
I should have let myself die.
I never deserved a second chance.
I never deserved power.
Now I must use it for evil.
There's no good in this world.
Evil has swallowed us whole.
All that's left is rotting souls.
Where is your god?
The Parade of the SoullessAgonized faces, twisted into morbid smiles
Bodies dragged along behind; unwilling,
Yet spurred on by frivolous anxiety.
The mask cracks and fractures; begins to fail.
The light slips through, and burns the skin;
The Persona withers and inner tensions mount
And it implodes.
Revealed is a face scarred by tears
And unwrinkled by laughter.
A face so real and terrifying, and gruesome,
That we demand it never be seen.
And so it dies. And so do we.
We are wandering husks,
Devoid of feeling;
And paraded about,
As if our warm corpses
Still possessed any semblance of life.
This timeThe wheels
and a hard place,
and I can't charm
And I'm not sure
what it wants from me
The NitchawackOn one dark day,
a vertical line
dis't not move
in buying me time
as I slept in the wake
of an unseen maiden
of the deep dark lake.
As I was rolling in the hay
on that summers morn, I sat
watching the sun and the moon
place water in my hat.
The lady grew and grew,
and still she grew more;
her face all twisted and monstrous,
and her lips bulging unto
not even a sound
or an unseen line
could've shaken or waken
her unsound mind.
Not then did I linger,
nor ne'er shall I linger,
for the darkest lady of the night
had caught my heart
that sunny day, and
now I still sit in fright;
my chest open,
my lungs filling with air
but not breathing.
That lady that day,
as the locals say,
had left me alone -
rotting alone -
and now I ne'er shall play.
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