| no reason | Oct 24, 11 @ 10:57pm |
| To the broken on the outside looking in, how does it feel to be empty again? Staring at the devil with a violin, that gleam in his eye with the wicked grin. He plays you a song that reminds you of sin, all the shit that you've lost or the heart you can't win. You're a shadow of a shadow, tagged along like a fool. A hanging stringed puppet, a fuckin' used tool. Try as you may you just can't make it right, no relief from the pain or solution in sight. So you sit then you wait you swallow pills with your booze, there ain't no silver lining on that cloud that you choose. Nor any wings on that angel or a beat in her heart, 'cause the moment you fell for her you were fucked from the start. So swallow your whisky then punch yourself in the head, we'll all just be better off dead. Just down another bottle beneath the light of the moon, fill another needle & burn another spoon. Listen to that devil play his noxious tune, then relax and chill 'cause this whole twisted nightmare will be over soon... | |
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| Shelter | Oct 24, 11 @ 10:53pm |
| Three circles of six crows fly above an empty field with an old slumped, scarecrow crucified on splintered wood above their meal. A starving, sickly wolf laying motionless in the grass, the scarecrow peered down smiling beneath the shade under his hat. Trembling, cold, weak he raised his paws as if to pray & speak. The scarecrow swayed with the dry, humid, breeze - the dying creature beneath his feet. He said; "I am the fallen, an outcast demon insane & all your prayer & begging can't save you from death or pain." The proud wolf bowed his head in shame & blasphemied his maker's name. The scarecrow paused & looked, as the dying wolf fell & shook. Cast down & alone, he'd wandered from a broken throne abandoned by his queen, she left him like a broken dream. The wolf howled one last howl & died, the scarecrow gleamed dark blood red eyes. The wolf rose from the ground as the air went still without a sound. He got up & return to his throne as the fallen left the scarecrow who possessed the wolf in his empty home.. | |
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| Red Stars | Oct 24, 11 @ 10:53pm |
| Painting the walls, blood pouring black as night. I lost all that I ever was while grasped within her sight. The floor tilts with the room, my skin is pale and blue. There is no fucking sanctity to hold or save in you. Bottles now empty, slammed across the room. I am the devil's drunken preacher, weaving words of death & doom! All that is left is hate, a fire that danced inside. I long to see the sun turn black & shade the fucking sky! Digging up corpses, communing with their ghosts. I fight against the urge in me to become comatose. Full of poison envy, playing games with the dead. I found peace with insanity that spread inside my head! Asylum from my missery with songs sung to the damned! Sinking down rise from the flames, with legions I command! I look up briefly smiling, with thoughts of her, inside I cry. Constellations from my kingdom twinkling red from up high, 5 pointed stars incircle me as they bleed from the cold, black, sky... | |
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| stains | Oct 24, 11 @ 10:52pm |
| Something unseen, something like a dream. Haunting visions of memories unclean. Thoughts form & disperse like clouds. You feel like a stranger, lost in shuffling crowds. The air rises up, passes through you, and stills. Your breath becomes stale, your skin catches chills. A body running slowly on an emptying tank. A inner clockwork chaos made of gears, bolts, and crank. Gravity consumes what movement is left. An epiphany of irnoy, like a betrayal during theft. The more you speak, the less I hear. The more I feel, the less seems real. It leaves it's mark like the scene of a crime. Remembering plauges me with the passing of time. Get up, wake up, open your eyes, & see. You behold your own reflection with a tattered shadowy visage in a silhouette resembling me... | |
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| nameless | Oct 24, 11 @ 10:51pm |
| Angel in the dark, stars so far apart. Cursed, he gazed upon them longing with all his heart. His chest felt something taken, his soul was gone, forsaken. With bloodshot eyes he remembered her lies, and gazed into oblivion to escape the hell he'd been given. Bleeding in the dark, all alone from the start. An impossibility of reason, like an endless year with no change in season. Her eyes wept slowly for him as his crimson covered concrete. His own were dry yet heavy remembering all the deciet. Out of view he had once spoken, but upon deaf ears they'd fell and frozen like the warmth that once was there but passed, he was left on his knees feeling shattered like glass. Soon days passed, he lay there dying. Morphine fixes, whisky sickened, sighing. The love in him had died, demons began to steal his mind. As bloodshot eyes slowly opened, he heard the voices inside that had spoken. He damned all of creation, choosing the burning path like his pain's cremation. A desolate vow to ease all his frustration. A desolate vow to bleed out the torment that flooded his emptying veins with a sharp, burning, viral sensation... | |
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| - | Oct 24, 11 @ 4:49pm |
| Listening to the saddest song in the world. Maybe I'm not meant to go on like this. What if I never reach my purpose? What if my life is just another broken dream like everything else I ever loved? So I step forward, reach the fields of battle, and the time comes to prove where my soul belongs...and I don't make it. What then? I don't know anymore. All the times I thought I was right and I wasn't, all the times I realised I was lost and here I am...still alone, still not found. Haha, fuck it. I'll smile and fake it just like everyone else, they don't know the difference. They're all just ghosts like me, it's not like anyone can see me anyway. Smile pretty, phantoms of the world, the sun is your spot light and the evening is your curtain call! Numb yourself still and rise again like Dracula. You'll be the worst performer that ever lived, one in a million more around you. Raise your glass and toast, here's to humanity and the lies our mothers told us. | |
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| ... | Oct 24, 11 @ 2:49am |
| A black widow spider bit me on the throat. It was the greatest sensation I ever felt. Goodnight. | |
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