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Time's EndIf time were beloved,I'd placed my heartAnd work for the chance. But the flow of secondsHas proven its harm,And my refusal to recall. Yet to dream, we must.For there are fearsTo be accepted in this time. Although it's she onlyWho reminds me,And causes this desire For time's end.
Without PurposeYou're pushing meTo the pointWhere I'd ratherBe bullied -Because the trashI am thenAt least has a name.
The 'S' Word Once MoreThe food I eat is tasteless,More tablets fall into my hand,& my scar collection in growing;I'm losing interestIn so many thingsI had loved...I'd question what,But it's ritual now -And so I'll beg "why?"Before I drown myselfIn bedtime tears.
Tonight is Our NightAnd if by dream,We never die -Allow the soulTo last n' reside.For days twinkleAs skies near pink,And rest can be oursAs the blood moonNears encounter.
Dear You, Him, and all others.I just wanted to say... I hope you rot in Hell alongside every other being whose pedestal sat in the heavens throughout their lives. But before that day, I hope you realize that heaven's light can be just as fake as our perception of the sun - it still becomes dark. None of us are perfect and just because my life made you look so much more powerful does not mean that you had any right in treating me as though I was beneath you. I was and am no slave to your being, and I am human such as you are. What about this did you never understand?Would you have understand it if I sliced my skin that day? If I had shed my own blood in "your" town?Or would you have laughed and thanked the world that I was no longer your "inconvenience"?Perhaps I should apologize for the way I lived. Maybe I should tell you that I'm sorry for minding my own business when you had wants that included my nonexistence? You know what? Perhaps, just maybe you should apologize. But what justice woul
Myth of the SunAnd there beThese ebony wavesCrashing amongstThe reflections thatAre of the moon'sLight manifestingFrom the held imageOf our parenting sun.
Red ProofDarling, you needn't lookSo false in your appearance;Every boy and every girlWhose lips may find yoursShall just rest them atopRoses' dangling vines,Bleeding away the painWhilst wearing your proof;Your proof of red.
If Not Forgotten...If only hopeWere simplerTo explain;If a dream couldWithhold lightIn days so dark...If words would beThe beautiful greenTendrils of life -If they foughtThe dying weedsWe trip upon.If only perfectionWere allowed to beIn its moments;If an idea couldStrain realityInto the distance...If help would beThe starlit skyBy the moon -If it fought offDarkness of theUnshining sun.
Nail PaintSweet, red polishGlistens uponYour facial skin.Darling seductionFumes from flame,Hot red nails lieAgainst chilling skin.Beauty is us asThe heavens reflectOur dance aboveMy caressing touch.