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I found a place in the dirt,
Dug myself out of my grave,
Founded hate in my heart's core,
Oh how rigid it's made me,
Build a monolithic worship hole,
As I lay here,
Silent I play,
Silent I will live my life,
But never truly live,
I've so much, yet, so little comes my way,
Just a burnt corpse, frail white skeletal figure,
With his lips sewn shut and his confidence died along with him,
But through his blackened mist, raging fires and constant silent fits,
Someone had taken ahold of this lone creature,
And swallowed it,
In embrace of a pill,
How he felt his will,
Slip from silence and trickle into him,
His fire had died,
From her treacherous lie,
He was dug up for moments so thin,
He felt his air come to the pale light of the skin,
And he fell back down, from her kiss,
All along it was a game and it brought back the pain,
I don't want to feel such shame.
But all of the good things in the heart had died,
So young to live, so young to die,
All of your love, and all of my hate,
Rejection swallowed now it simmers, such is fate,
Bury me back,
Take me away,
I couldn't have you, now I know,
Know that I must be alone,
You must be alone,
I must be alone,
Just please bury his skeleton back under this dirt,
I'm so cold and nothing warm's the skin of this skeletal monster,
Haunt me in my sleep.
All of the good things in his mind had died,
His heart was once again too late, too dried to try,
So bury me in once again, it's where I deserve,
So let me be honest, no more riddles and tricks,
All I wanted was to feel like someone cared,
You showed it,
But shot me shortly later, in my head...
Dug myself out of my grave,
Founded hate in my heart's core,
Oh how rigid it's made me,
Build a monolithic worship hole,
As I lay here,
Silent I play,
Silent I will live my life,
But never truly live,
I've so much, yet, so little comes my way,
Just a burnt corpse, frail white skeletal figure,
With his lips sewn shut and his confidence died along with him,
But through his blackened mist, raging fires and constant silent fits,
Someone had taken ahold of this lone creature,
And swallowed it,
In embrace of a pill,
How he felt his will,
Slip from silence and trickle into him,
His fire had died,
From her treacherous lie,
He was dug up for moments so thin,
He felt his air come to the pale light of the skin,
And he fell back down, from her kiss,
All along it was a game and it brought back the pain,
I don't want to feel such shame.
But all of the good things in the heart had died,
So young to live, so young to die,
All of your love, and all of my hate,
Rejection swallowed now it simmers, such is fate,
Bury me back,
Take me away,
I couldn't have you, now I know,
Know that I must be alone,
You must be alone,
I must be alone,
Just please bury his skeleton back under this dirt,
I'm so cold and nothing warm's the skin of this skeletal monster,
Haunt me in my sleep.
All of the good things in his mind had died,
His heart was once again too late, too dried to try,
So bury me in once again, it's where I deserve,
So let me be honest, no more riddles and tricks,
All I wanted was to feel like someone cared,
You showed it,
But shot me shortly later, in my head...
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Corrupted Garden
I entered an enchanted garden,
But it was really a Hell,
The roses had thorns,
And the wind whispered sinister spells,
Seductive sirens moaned,
As tormented dryads groaned,
The orchids writhed like worms,
Much to my distaste,
In haste I turned to flee this place,
Heading for the gate that would take me home,
But then I realized,
That I was lost and entirely alone,
Before me loomed the witch’s throne…
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Bleed
As I bleed beneath the sheets,
A cold waterfall leaks,
From my pale and bruised skin,
Unveiling the ruby waters within.
As I bleed between the sheets,
The brutal, chilling slash speaks,
A slurred and vicious kiss,
From underneath the painless bliss.
As I bleed amongst the sheets,
A river of tears and pain meet,
Unleashing the terror and hidden ecstasy,
My only cure, a final remedy.
As I bleed below the sheets,
The lines of red bleat:
A sickened cry for help or aid,
Before my soul is left to fade.
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Tree Of Insanity
Something preternatural waits
On the borderland between here
And unreality.
Shapes move where shapes shouldn't be
Touching evening penumbra on the floor
Look away, don't let them know you see
Lie down and close your eyes.
Fogging windows of perception
Quantum nightmares tear their holes
In a fabric knitted carelessly
Try not to look, to think
But the ones outside can always tell
Always.
Its behind me
Coiling and uncoiling
Its snares at the ready
Urging me to eat
The spoiled fruit from the tree of insanity
Travels like smoke, like words
Embracing the lost and unwary
Constricting, entering
Taking over, thought by thought
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It feels like it took forever to write this, I had a brief moment for about a few months once around the end of my school where I was happy or at least I thought I was. Seems I was kicked back into the dirt I belong in and it shattered all self confidence that I had been building in those few months. I dont talk to people because my social anxiety is really bad, then people started to talk to me finally after 2 years of no one even speaking a word to me. I felt, extatic at the time "So I'm not a loser?" I would think to myself, I felt fantastic. I started going out with this person then, it was great, then in an instant we broke up, they no longer seemed to want to speak with me, my self confidence is now at an all time low. Feels like I was dragged in fire, so heres small writing about my shitty self confidence i guess. *shrug*
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Deep and sad my friend but no matter what there will allways be happy momments