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I don't even know where my poems have dissapeared to...i think most of them are saved on the other username...
Rotting souls, buried underneath my pillow
Hidden anger beneath the floorboards
Broken tears staining the innocent
I am nothing
It’s times like these that I wish I had the courage to press down harder
To run it vertical
To watch emotions pour from open wounds
But I’ve always been a coward
And because of that I hate who I am
All this anger that I keep bottled up inside
All the sadness that I drown myself in everyday
It’s worthless and pointless
And change just doesn’t seem to be helping.
I confess all mortal sins to thee and with it all accept these sweet gifts of expression from which composed in earlier, but given these dates. Will I forever be bound by a love so strong, never to be broken even by the strong willed. My love, an instrument of light shown through the darkness. Forever may pity be placed upon you for the judgement that you have placed upon my shoulders. We all will suffer the deepest consequences, now in a curtained sleep but soon to be awaken by the cries of your sentinel, the crow, which feasts upon the weak. We celebrate the diseased awakenings of the mind as diathesis takes it's part in this rooted sorrow. Forever Pain, Forever Agony, Forever Lies
With words I can not explain
A lost child in a cruel world
Beyond belief a suicide
Of the finer glory
Abused emotions running wild
The angry one caged in itself
Never to be free
In the artist's mind, a vision
sent to a canvass, a dying life
Tattered edges lined with blood
Fear expressed through the rusty blade
Every stain, another memory
Of a life of hate and abuse
In the brush, lives a soul
Which was once owned by a little boy
Attempting to be noticed
By even the cruelest emotions
Just wanting to be love
Watch the portrait dry
And look into it's beauty
Burned in is a story
But all you see is the boy
It's me, I live, just like anyone else
It's me, I bleed, the blood of everyone else
I feel what's real
And I experience it all
And I die, like you
before I take the fall
that is all for now. my day sucked, but then again what's new? i'm hungry and i have no pants on and this is probably the first time i'm saying this and will probably be the last time too, but i think i need a hug. I feel like i'm about to puke...ugh.
Rotting souls, buried underneath my pillow
Hidden anger beneath the floorboards
Broken tears staining the innocent
I am nothing
It’s times like these that I wish I had the courage to press down harder
To run it vertical
To watch emotions pour from open wounds
But I’ve always been a coward
And because of that I hate who I am
All this anger that I keep bottled up inside
All the sadness that I drown myself in everyday
It’s worthless and pointless
And change just doesn’t seem to be helping.
I confess all mortal sins to thee and with it all accept these sweet gifts of expression from which composed in earlier, but given these dates. Will I forever be bound by a love so strong, never to be broken even by the strong willed. My love, an instrument of light shown through the darkness. Forever may pity be placed upon you for the judgement that you have placed upon my shoulders. We all will suffer the deepest consequences, now in a curtained sleep but soon to be awaken by the cries of your sentinel, the crow, which feasts upon the weak. We celebrate the diseased awakenings of the mind as diathesis takes it's part in this rooted sorrow. Forever Pain, Forever Agony, Forever Lies
With words I can not explain
A lost child in a cruel world
Beyond belief a suicide
Of the finer glory
Abused emotions running wild
The angry one caged in itself
Never to be free
In the artist's mind, a vision
sent to a canvass, a dying life
Tattered edges lined with blood
Fear expressed through the rusty blade
Every stain, another memory
Of a life of hate and abuse
In the brush, lives a soul
Which was once owned by a little boy
Attempting to be noticed
By even the cruelest emotions
Just wanting to be love
Watch the portrait dry
And look into it's beauty
Burned in is a story
But all you see is the boy
It's me, I live, just like anyone else
It's me, I bleed, the blood of everyone else
I feel what's real
And I experience it all
And I die, like you
before I take the fall
that is all for now. my day sucked, but then again what's new? i'm hungry and i have no pants on and this is probably the first time i'm saying this and will probably be the last time too, but i think i need a hug. I feel like i'm about to puke...ugh.