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My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...
The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.
A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.
Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they wer
CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of my
Mouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathly
Frightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have the
Urge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones should
Hurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for your
Life, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip through
Your skin, for it is not wh
Burial if you find this
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cremate my feelings
put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin
dump my soul into the sea
just leave my body here.
How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.
Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.
Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.
And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.
Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to
Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my
Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,
As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep
Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for
A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my
Little wings of white flames….
Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down from
My veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go ahead
And build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merely
Paralyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,
I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can you
Remain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, making
You tower over with guilt&he
House Of The DamnedHouse Of The Damned
The ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damned
Since his wife and child had died in a car crash
The madness and depression had set in
He spent night after night in his office
Listening to the voices in his head
And writing in his journal
Short stories, poems and observations
He thought he had an unique talent
A modern day Edgar Allan Poe
After his death he hoped he would be famous
He sent his poetry to publishers
But always got a negative response
The alcohol helped ease the pain
Dampened down the negative thoughts
One night everything fell apart
He played a piece of sad classical music
He took a few pills and some r
Treated like a StrangerMerciless creature you have bitten off my wings and devoured them whole, in promise that my hope
Would be gone, you left me for dead in this dreary pool of blood, why do you treat me like a stranger,
What did I do to deserve such silence? why can we not be more than this, if you want to play then I’ll
Pretend and have it my way, I will tape your mouth so I can say I have won, nothing pays to have such
Silence of yours, and see your cunning eyes go back into your skull, I am but a joker and you are the
King mocking me with your surrounding peasants, but you just wait for such mockery will lead
To your undoing……
DespairAcross the bellowing sky comes abroad and leads to a road, full of longing screams and cries, with voices
Telling curious souls not to go farther for they will become perished with bellowing plagues accustomed
To the lurking sonnets, hoping such ones will come to take away their sins, and free their lost locked
Away minds, a recipe for despair over scourges the land, blinding already swelled bloodied eyes, such
Burning emptiness enters into this road of vile obscenities, only to swallow those up ablaze who are
Weak and inferior, whose hearts have already bursted open being liable to suffer….
Liar, liar, Soul on fireLiar, liar,
Soul on fire,
Now you hang
By razor wire.
You come to me,
Then try to run.
But you are caught
In my web of fun.
You return, yet again
To the towers three.
Your body and soul
Belong to me.
You try to lie,
But you only deceive yourself!
I’m no longer chasing,
Your no longer in health.
You don’t know yet,
Well, let me show,
Walk on through.
I’m sure you do,
I know you hear the blades singing.
You started off
In the towers,
And you escaped.
Or did you?
You lie, but only to you.
Who do you think your trying to fool?
Not me, not them, not you.
And now I say, welcome, to t
No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails,
an endless, comfortless silence,
which is worse than death,
because you remain conscious
of how utterly alone you are.
All dreams are nightmares
that come without sleep
when you never know if you
Time is without meaning,
and you begin to wonder
if you still have any existence,
even madness dare not tread here,
but instead something worse,
and yet unnamable, unknowable,
the utter loss of self.
Denied even the mercy
of waiting upon death,
when you cannot even be certain
of what life is any longer.
How easily the mind turns against you,
begins to consume itself,
and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,
~Death Poem"One Moon, Many Stars
One Murderer, Many Deaths
If You Wake Up With This Text,
You Will Be The Next"
Waken From Eternal SlumberBubble bubble,
toil and trouble.
Wake the dead,
and burst your bubble.
Rise from the graves,
rotten little slaves.
Dragged up from Hell,
from decaying dark caves.
A horrific master,
heart rate beating faster.
an apocalyptic disaster.
Ripped limb from limb,
a pool of blood to swim.
Hungry for the living,
cups filled to the brim.
Vacant coffins cracking,
broken with violent smacking.
Hearts are set on fire,
Egotistical zombie slacking.
Too LateThe word by which all things are governed, whispered in my ear,
That when judgment day does come, I have much to fear.
Even if I were to conjure enough desperation
To allow myself to become better,
I would still not hear the beautiful tingling
Of soft angel voices
In my head mingling.
Smoky lips summon me from one direction then the next
Always down but it does not matter from east or from west.
They say that the divine one is in all places and things,
But I don’t think it is he
Who calls out to me my name,
And many other dastardly secrets
Far from that which was tame.
Red breath of intoxication waves around a blackening heart.
Insanity Definedi realized something today
this is the real price i pay
humans are beings i can't understand
in misery and pain, they blend
it's what they thrive for
right deep down to the core
i don't feel like the rest
i'm feeling like a pest
what's the f*cking purpose
when you reach to the surface
and realise you're all alone
with a chill down to the bone
i realised why i'm the demon
why i'm different from humans
did i ever defined to you insanity
it's reaching out to your vanity
doing the same thing over again
hoping for an outcome that ascends
believing in that outcome is invain
cause only your soul will leave stains
stains that will
I Mope, Therefore I am...
My world is cold; I do not recall my own summer.
If ever it existed.
I live in eternal shade, eternal winter.
Darkness for all the more.
Shadows shade over me, engulf me in the night.
I am a bleeder.
Cuts marked in the dead of me reveal what my words have failed to speak.
This is my perfect world, somewhat shattered, somewhat decayed.
Perfection is a highly sought after deception.
I write a letter to you, full of emotion, full of wasted words.
All words to you are wasted, life and everything else to you is meaningless.
I should not have bothered, forget I said anything. You soon will anyway.
I am young and depressed, what more can
Star light, star bright.
Wish I may, wish I might.
Have the wish I wish tonight.
I wish my tears would cease to fall.
I wish I was not so dismal.
I wish that I could end it all.
If only Death would answer my call.
I wish that someone would just understand.
I wish I did not have this pain to withstand.
Happiness is in high demand.
Is this the life that God had planned?
I wish my pain would meet an end.
I wish I no longer had to pretend.
One day to smile, I intend.
My broken soul, itself will mend.
I wish my blackened tears would dry.
I wish with society I could comply.
Sometimes it is easier than life to die.
So perhaps this
One last kiss and forever goodbye.
Tonight is the last time tears fill my eye.
Never again will I lament.
Happiness is my intent.
One concluding kiss for old time's sake.
My final and last engraved keepsake.
My ever-growing scars will meet their end.
No longer will smiles be false or pretend.
One last tear I've left to shed.
One final tear to awaken the dead,
and draw out the happiness from my soul within.
My life will once again begin.
A second chance, a new start.
Returning to red is my blackened heart.
A new lease on life, my renaissance.
An opportunity to fulfil my desires and wants.
Tonight my nightmares will transform in
Tears don't fall, they rise.
Rise from the poison in your empty heart.
Blood turned to tears, turned to despair reflective of your sorrow.
Reflective of your wasted years.
Everyday is exactly the same.
You fall even deeper into the void with every passing moment.
You scream until you cough up blood.
You are your own nightmare, the most beautiful nightmare.
The pain casts over you like a shadow.
Watching over you like a guardian angel.
Only it does not guard, no anything but.
It enslaves you to a life of misery and self hate.
It leads you into temptation.
The very thought of sweetly slicing your own skin is too great for you to re
Nightmares Really Do Come True
Wake me up from this nightmare bestow me my heart.
Wake me up from this nightmare please I beg of you this.
Wake me up from this nightmare I don't want to be afraid.
Wake me up from this nightmare I hope that's all it is.
Wake me up from this nightmare because it's killing me slowly.
Wake me up from this nightmare where I cry all the time.
Wake my up from this nightmare where there's no-one to save me.
Wake me up from this nightmare please I don't want to die.
Wake me up from this nightmare where I self harm.
Wake me up from this nightmare where I hate myself.
Wake me up from this nightmare please this can't be real.
Wake me up f
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