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Rest In PeaceHeaven has called upon you today,
leaving so many words left to say.
But now it's too late, for your time has come,
words unspoken; I am sure everybody has some.
Regrets and wishes are probably there too,
but lasting forever are memories of you.
I was there when you needed a place to stay,
just like you would be there for me night or day.
There have been many times that we disagreed,
but we were there for each other in time of need.
Now it's time for me to say Good-Bye,
until we meet again in heaven to fly.
LostWho am I kidding?
Apparently everyone. They think I'm happy and I have no problems.
Only I know the real me.
Hiding behind the lies and putting up a false bravado to hold back all the pain inside.
The truth is I don't know if I'm awake or asleep. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. I don't know if I'm bitter or angry.
I still remember the day you told me nothing would change but lately it's been like nothing is the same.
I used to think the problem was you. But now I know that is not true.
The root of all evil is me.
I am my own worst enemy.
Knock myself down constantly.
Always saying to myself
"No you're not good enough for that.,"
"You don't deserve to be happy,"
"Everybody hates you,"
"Why do you even smile,"
"All you do is push people away from you because you're scared,"
"You'll never be nothing but a dope fiend,"
"Nobody will ever know what you mean,"
"You're family is right,"
Listening to myself I feel the sense of drowning.
I'm drowning in
Don't Fuck With MeWhen the smile fades
And the eyes shift
You can bet your ass
Ill satisfy this itch
Dont fuck with me
I will end this
You will beg me
Plead and wish
That I have mercy
When I knock
So count ever second
On your Armageddon clock
Meet The Dark LordCome into the night, meet the dark lord
Others have lost and forsaken you
An unblessed stench within the pit
Forbidden fruit that burdens
Tempted with that which you can not claim
Unholy land that is his dominion
All demons bow before his name
Allow him your body as a vehicle
Alone you will come to serve
In this world it shall come to pass
Ruling the undead from his thrown
Cursed is his name by all mankind
Freshly laid graves in a kingdom
Gaping pits in the darkest depths
Feasting upon the crimson wine
Deliver unto him all that he may take
No longer will you remain a servant in this world
LonelyLoneliness will not save you
Our way of life is gone
Precious memories will fade
Dreams will be denied
Claiming each day to be our freedom
Keeping the light within the frame
Fire runs through our veins
Taking on a life of its own
Slowly driving you insane
A feeling of hate consuming you
Thinking of how you will survive
Reaping what you sow
Feeling satiation yet you hunger
Between the beat and being human
Beauty of the flesh is confusing
No longer seeking the logic in your actions
Reckless, wild in that who you are
Have we to fallen victim
Following a path we did not choose
Craving that which defines our existence
Unable to care for who we are
Triumph and lose come to pass
Unbearable anguish weighs upon our soul
Eternal storms that rage out of control
Never ending journeys through an undying night
Searching for a moment of peace
Time has become my prisonTime has become my prison
Hell within my mind, trapped by reality
Shadows slowly passing by
A mask that reveals nothing
Lost expressions upon ones face
Unable to find falling tears
Only the eyes remain behind the mask
Searching out that of lost souls
I will come to hide my face
Tears I will no longer give up
Only a void left behind the eyes
Taunting a world that devours its own
Consumed by the blood of demons
Living among the creatures
A path that has forgotten fear
Deep within the minds of others, I roam
Whispers from the heart grow silent
Living without that which is missing
Allowing forgiveness to fade away
Seeing past the mask is the only truth
Protected by the emptiness
The cold, dark remains of the past
All become hardened scars
That of truth is only lies told
Behind the dark mask, a dark heart
A soul haunted by mortal days
Fighting to cry out
Searching for a way to escape
A wounded heart falls victim to chaos
Battle will forever be waged
Captives of good and evil
Bound by that o
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
Do You Know?Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain
living a life with nothing to gain. Surrounded by darkness
Overwhelmed with shame. A life without peace with no one to blame.
Do you know of a place unseen, a place that holds only shattered dreams, A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight, I am given this gift each and every night.
Do you know of a place so cold, this is the place I call my soul. A place without hope or comforting dreams, a life not worth living wouldn't it seem
Do you know of a life, that should have never been, and the feeling that today, this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bare, I am tired of living a life of heart ache and despair.
Do you know a person with so much pain inside, or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, maybe when the tears are gone, and I can clearly see, the only question left will be..
DO YOU KNOW me
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