BruisedTell me the words I desire to hear, your honesty is optional.Bandage my deepest wounds, while cleansing your bloodied blade.Be so selfless to put me first, only to use me as your human shield.Take the courage to lash out at my enemies, just to feed your own ego.Praise me for my generosity, knowing I'm gullible enough to give you what you want.Beg me for my forgiveness, only to repeat your betrayals.Confide in me your fears, just to take from me my hopes.Create in me a purpose, then reveal it to be meaningless.Leave me with my darkest thoughts, making your escape with my dreams.Set the standard for my expectations, left with nothing but a broken promise.
i just wanted to make you something beautifulyour goodbyetasted like coldtoastrather bitter, reallykind of poetic--&a bit absurdwhile waltzingaround your bedroom(hitting my shinon the nightstand)a goose dabbingits beak inlyrical genuisa little less thanbrillance& every law of thermodynamicspressed againstmy inspiration
Rage InsideSat still, eyes closedDeepest breaths to fill the lungs,Exhaling, Releasing,The warm and toxic atmosphere.Down within, Twisted core,Blood boiling rage of hatred,Tensing, Clenched,Muscle fibres stretched to limit.Images seen, vivid, clear,Oozing crimson river flowing,Dizziness, Conscious,Exquisite pain keeps me here.Sit up, Eyes wide open,Looking around I am not broken,Trapped, Inside,These thoughts kept locked away.
BrokenI don't know why they call it a broken heart, because it's not, really.It's more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds.It's like it's literally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process.And oh, it hurts.If you've never had a broken heart you won't understand, you probably think it's an emotional thing, like it's all in the mind.But it's so much more than that.It's a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn't quit.It's a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt.Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes.And then you're crying because it's just impossible not to do so.And even when you're all cried out, it's still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you've ever
AddictedAddictedI'm addicted to a druga drug so intensethat it doesn't make sensea drug you don't easily geta drug revealing regretI'm addicted to a druga drug I need every daya drug which makes me paya drug allowing my heart to feeland ignoring things that are realI'm addicted to a druga drug I'm starting to hatebut can't get off it, it's too latea drug I finally regret takinga drug which keeps my body heavily shakingI'm addicted to a druga drug causing me immense painthough it's just so little, simple and plaina drug I traded for everything I hada drug which can only be found inside my head
A Kiss of StardustOnce upon a windblown nightThe stars above they shined so brightThey glistened and sparkled so far up in the skyIf only I could have one,If only they weren't so high.So I picked up a stool and set it on the ledgeI hope they don't catch me I should be in bed.Well I reached up one hand and reached to the starsMy hand almost brushed one, but they were too far.So I added a ladder and tried for one againBut this time I fell so what happens then?Well I tumbled and tumbled and fell towards the sunThis nightly adventure wasn't ending so funEventually I landed in a field of black dust.Oh look now I'm dirty, I sat and I fussed.I looked around at the murky night sky.This isn't a star, oh dear, where am I?I sat myself up and I wandered around,Am I sitting up? Or on Earth is this upside down?Hesitantly peering my head on the edge,I thought to myself, is this a star? Maybe it's dead.The sad little stars all alone in the sky,Had not a glimmer, not a twinkle, just a cry.I huffed
darking...darking...darking in the rain, darking alone,dancing with a corpses bonedarking is the witches dancedarking, entering a trancea witch in the graveyard, darkingis like a child on the street walkingdarking is the blackest artdarking is the life's best partdarking in the dark, darking all the timedarking, and not committing a crimedarking is freedom, darking is puredarking is the world's only cure...
A YearAutumnRaindrops hit the windowsA child is slipping on the wet leavesBut we are save insideMe in your arms.You whispered nothing could happen to meNothing could hurt me as long as you're with meYou promised you'd always protect meWhile you kissed away a tear.WinterSnowflakes rest in your hairThe reflected light sparkles in your eyesAs we walk around the frozen lakeHand in hand.You whispered something happenedSomething that'd change a lotYou promised it wasn't my faultWhile you strictly avoided to look in my tear-filled eyes.SpringThe earth fills with colorsThe sun warms the airWhile my world stays grey and coldMy soul remains black and frozenSomething happened to meI'm hurt now you're goneYou lied to meYou didn't save meSummerPeople full of joy and passionAs the sunlight shines through my windowsWhile I'm completely lost.You brought me to hellI know that nowIt was my faultI see that now.As I hold my arm into the sunlightThe blood sparklesJust like th
They...They...They wander amongst usGreat and GiantSmall and SlenderSubtle and CarefulThey walk aboutUnseen, UnheardAnd Cruel all the sameThey comeThey RideWho knows.They screamThey ScornThey HowlWho knows?They Are HereAlwaysThe Things in the TreesThe Birds in the AirThey are EarthAnd Earth is much Restless