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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.
UntitledA bloody mess in the room
Oops I'm sorry
I killed the groom
Sobs and cries everywhere
I smile happily
And loves the despair
Somber faces on the field
Smirk upon my victory
Broken hearts won't be healed
Stroke the frills of her dress
The white now turned crimson with my work
One more life made less...
The place where they were to be married
The caskets were laid
Soon to be buried...
GoneI walk down the steps
I see all the marks I know that there gone
I know I cannot help
I sit on the floor looking round I see where they lay
I see all around and I watch all the blood dripping down.
The Great ThiefMy empty gaze
and bony smile
these features of mine
will leave you as pale
as my accursed face
Shrouded am I
in black robes
and dark intent
and like a thief in the night
I come to steal you away
Tears may fall at my theft
but I could care less
After all I've been doing this
Since the beginning
And I don't see an end to my thievery
Many have tried
but all have failed
to escape my grasp
Little do you know
that my reach knows no bounds
No matter how far you run
No matter where you hide
I will find you
and I will steal you away
to my realm of Peace and Darkness
To fight me
is to fight Fate
But please do continue
To fight me,
'cause it's no fun if you just let me take you.
You can hear the sky ringing, ringing with the sounds of war
The ground has turned to ash, cinders left behind by these fucking monkeys
Monkeys and their petty quarrels
You can feel, you hear the sound of burning
A world destroyed by a race who was left behind to care for it
Humans and their ridiculous fighting, the never ending fighting
The ghosts take you into the space betwixt spaces, and you can see all
You begin to live vicariously, watching through the eyes of another
And when one pair of eyes goes dark, you find another
And like this, you witness the fall of empires
The destruction of nations
The end of all
You watch as society collapses and rots
You watch as worms devour all
And the snakes start to sing
CasketSkin that splinters by day and burns by night,
Shaking in the corner where wailing voices echo,
Itching the skin until blood spills,
Will it ever ease the tension?
Skin that trembles by day and shudders by night,
Vomiting in the corner where crows shrieking echoes,
Coughing until blood reaches the throat,
Will it ever ease the agony?
Bloodlust.This world is merciless,
Cruel, unforgiving, and worthless.
But at the same time the world is amazing,
Wonderful, forgiving, and breath taking.
The cruel is what I see almost all the time,
The breath taking side is so rare its almost a crime,
People bully and hurt others for fun,
When you're in the corner and covered in their tall shadows its hard to see the sun.
What doesn't make sense is the innocents are always afraid of these people,
What makes even less sense is they believe the things that turn out to be so evil,
I hope the people who call them names and push them down know that they might be alone,
I hope they know that those mean bullies make them feel like they have no one to turn too, that they're on their own,
I think that the people who get hurt don't stand up for themselves because they're afraid,
Its weird how someone can be afraid of a peer yet not be afraid of a blade,
Sometimes I wonder why other people bully the innocents why the make them go through so much pain,
Eyes of the NightEyes of the Night
Common people mutter that the night has eyes
They never know whose eyes those are
Or what they see
The dimensions of vision may differ from theirs
But nobody knows what that might be
Creatures of the night always look at our world differently
We who are living see from the light
The creatures of darkness see from the darkness of the night
Pupils glow like the eyes of the cat
They dart to and fro as though watching us pass
Then they hide with the first signs of morning light
To await the falling of another night
Colours of DepressionWhite as blinded,
Red like hellfire,
Crimson like blood,
Orange like fire,
Grey as clouded,
Yellow as faded...
Green like conspire,
Blue as flooded,
Purple as haunted,
Black has shrouded...
Whispers in the DarknessWhispers in the Dark*
This night has stirred
It is not as quiet as I thought
In the distance ahead
There came a voice
A whisper in the darkness
It said, "The Old Ones were.
The Old Ones are.
The Old Ones shall be."
Whose voice it is I know not
Nor do I care to know.
Some things are best
When left unknown.
*The Whisperer in the Darkness, Nyarlathotep, by H P Lovecraft
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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