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I simply cannot name this.Am I insane!? Am I a product of imagination!? Am I a man, or a beast!? A heartless mondter without remorse!?
Questions rip through my cortex, vital signs shutting down! I am dying! Doomed to fade away, life no longer worth living!
Take a bite of my heart, indulge yourself on my bloody fluid! Tear my lungs from my ribs, do not allow me to scream! Let your anger flow over me! Maybe that's what you need! A release.
I used to say everything ends, even the pain, the loneliness, but I was wrong! There is no cure for this virus!
What do you care.What do you care!? What is my suffering to you!? My pain is not your own! In fact I never want to hear, you're fucking pleads for help! What have you ever fucking cared!? You sold me out to save yourself! Yeah! Ruin! Left it all to crumble! Forsaken! Not even god can save this! Forgotten and I do. Not. Care!
Bitter thought and I will spit in the faces of the wicked, Now what do you care!? What is my hatred to you!? My aggression is only a means to an end! Your cowardice has brought you hear! Now how can you just turn away, like I never existed!? Men like you kill, men like you destroy! So what the fuck do you fucking care!? What the fuck do you think you can do!? Just leave without consequence!? Who the fuck do you think you are!? A worthless waste of flesh, a powerless child with no way to the end! No better than the woman who walks the streets in the night!
And I'll ask you one more fucking time!
What in the fuck DO YOU CARE!? WHAT IS MY SUFFERING TO YOU!? MY PAIN IS NOT YOUR OWN! WH
AlphaThe black wolf crept alone through the dark night sky, but something had changed. No longer was his tail tucked between his legs, or his ears lied flat against his head. Instead, his scars had faded, his wounds finally sealed after an eternity of bleeding. With his head held high he returned to his pack, his scent radiating power, strength, and an un ending will to survive. His growl was lower, his teeth sharper, compassion heightened. This was no longer the former Omega, bowing to his emotions. Amber eyes glowed brightly with life, and a will to keep living. Sitting back on his haunches he let out a howl. Not one of sorrow or defeat. But one of strength, power, and a dare to contest him, a summoning for a companion to meet him once again in a familar place.
The alpha stood tall, taking control of his pack once more. The alpha had returned. He wasn't goin anywhere.
What have we become?Sea of faces never seen before, voices echo from the obscure, and into my hell I descended, totured soul, ripped and torn from the comforts of mortal life, nothing left to crawl through the bloody waste, subjected to endless torment, this is no longer a happy place! A prison, built to keep us in! Keep us dark, remove our individuality! Failing systems slowly crash, secrets leak through the seams, cracking at the foundation our "society" turns the other cheek, more focused on whoever did what in the news tonight!
PurgeThis is not your place to be! You've overstepped your boundaries! Your presence has brought sickness to my world, and it must be purged! Hate, jealousy and violence, travel in your wake! I constructed these walls for a reason, but you've outgrown your welcome! This is not a place to play, you've mistaken it for your home! You burned down the walls, spat in my face, and expected me to sit, idly by! And as you laid waste to my kindgom, I plotted out your demise. It's all gone exactly to plan, how could you be so easy to fool!? So therefore I must Purge! Purge! Purge! Purge your vile sickness from my home! Purge your legacy! Purge your memory, never to be found again!
Punisher.Night will bring the presence of unknown power, to break me from these chains, and I can feel the essence of hatred crawl through my veins, to wreak havoc once again! Unstoppable, I tear through this world, unbreakable, You cannot hope to kill me now! I have the power of the ancient gods at my finger tips, and I will use every method to hunt you down! My name will burn through the cortex of the foul, my face will haunt the nightmares of those who bring pain!
And with on fell swoop, my force will cripple you, and allow you to feel our pain! The tables are turned, you may have one the battle but the war still lies ahead! And I will break every ounce of your being, and shackle you to the floor with brutal supremacy! For you are a weakling, praying on those who cannot defend themselves!
I am the protector, all those wicked fall into my hands, the children of god, the followers of a white knight, who claims to be devine! So say your prayers aa you descend, for my chains will not end, and on
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Everything EndsKeep your chin up, for it always ends. Everything has an end, even the pain, the regret, the loneliness, it always comes to an end, wether its in sight or not, it will come. Don't let the water flow above your head, tread the water in the endless sea, but know that you are strong enough to break whatever chains bind you. Keep your head up you brave soul, the world is not as cruel as you think, and I promise you, I will be there every step of the way. I will catch you when you fall, I will hold you when you stand, and I will fly with you as you soar through the sky. Everything ends, even the sadness, even the excruciating silence, even the things that make you feel without worth, keep your chin up you brave soul. I am here as a simple aid.. and like everything else, I will end, I am simply here to convey you to happiness.. it's up to you to keep me around after you achieve that happiness. I will not influence your choice.
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