diatheke berith

[mychemicalromeo]

my entry is about oNe person and one alone.(save myself as this is, after all, my journal)
*random garbage removed*
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i cant breathe when i listen to my brain and
know in next to no time at all you will be gone from
any persuasion my voice or type could Plead in your direction.
a deaf prince to the wretched cries of my mourning thieves heart.

i sEe the end with almost rigid clarity.
i cant believe i could let these walls
become Prey to none other than mine own hand.
i cannot believe i Pen such verse.
how i can now feel the blade
buried so deep in my heart. all i ask

i.. ..i cannot even describe what is written along these abstract lines.
betwixt these phrases, the truth lies, in wait and haste
for me to open my eyes. in blinding myself, i only cause hurt to others, sEe.

all these half-truths, so naively recieved by none
save myself, wore down and tarnished what i thought was me.
in time and time, i learn i have all the answers i seek, within my Reach.
the cry of a broken chain. the screech of my heart as it shatters under your favoured heel.
this is the sound i fear the most. those words i know you, too, will utter someday.

in feverd madness my reality is even clearer .
the means to express it beyond what i could expend
the sound of a small trickle of water prevails over
all other sound in my immediate vicinity.

i do not understand how i could let myself feel this way.
waiting for the big let down.
i swear every time.
and still
and still,

i end my rambling on one note,
once known as a step below middle A,
C

you, my comfort; in legend, the convenir to our kind.