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Phrases of doubt and regret envelope my mind, And I think maybe I shouldn’t have placed it behind. Replacing all my trust inside a soul, Only this can possibly make me whole. Used to running from unbearable pain, But here I stand with nothing to gain. Fear of being truly discovered by all, Not being able to let you go but only to fall. Times I trusted you above all the rest, Looked up to you...
What You've Done
Look at what you’ve done to me. Just take a look and perhaps you’ll see. You take my breath And I cannot breathe, You take my voice And I cannot speak, You take my thoughts And make me believe.
I’m done I’m so done with this I’m not really sure you even realize how much this hurts; I can only describe this as pure, emotional pain. So please, live your life, knowing that people don’t like you And not because of the drugs you do or the clothes you wear Or the way you act, the way you talk, the way you feel No, it’s because of the promises you’ve broken...
He hands you the seed. You willingly take it, Hoping it will grow, Grow into something beautiful. You plant the seed, It has damage unknown to you. You do the work to make it grow, And still nothing is produced. You question the seed giver’s integrity And get told that the lack of blooming, Is entirely your fault. He says you haven’t Given it enough of yourself. So you give it all you...
He lays broken Torn down Beaten Water and blood trickle From his face to An unfeeling, indifferent rock He stands He crumbles He walks He stumbles Never knowing where his feet go His hand feels freezing metal Mockingly welcome in his hand Turning with little resistance He opens and hides Not wanting to see her face Not needing her to know His pain, his suffering But she awakens She asks, he cries...
The Reaper, Summoned
On my bed I lay awake one night, At the end of days distraught, To be haunted by a horrible sight, For my life by Death was brought. He bartered a price with Death himself; As I watched with tear-stained face; A book he tore from yonder shelf, And there was my name erased. Before my trembling, fear-struck eyes He pointed a jagged claw And screeched, “I see through all disguise!” And...
This is something I’ve always feared We became too close, and it’s been over a year I need to say something that cannot be said If you heard, how long would it be before you are dead? If I were to speak them now, would my words act as knives? How long would it be, before you end your life? I couldn’t have that on my conscience; it would weigh on my mind But how much am I...
The Grendel in Me
The times when I’m mad and don’t get my way, is when the Grendel in me comes out to play. It’s a part of me that I keep suppressed. I win most times, yet it’s short term success. Sometimes I feel it building up inside, other times it roars, catches me by surprise. It’s fueled by emotion, no logic involved. Leaving chaos and pain and nothing resolved. It’s...