A forgetful smile lost in the sea of mindless oblivion, familiar faces passing by and sitting still, you sit there contemplating the beauty and absurdity of it all. But there’s a numbness that keeps you floating through it, turning day into night and the only thing the clocks tell are anti-time and anti-matter. You lose… Continue reading The Hourglass [belongs in darkness]
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The Hourglass
A forgetful smile lost in the sea of mindless oblivion, familiar faces passing by and sitting still, you sit there contemplating the beauty and absurdity of it all. But there’s a numbness that keeps you floating through it, turning day into night and the only thing the clocks tell are anti-time and anti-matter. You lose… Continue reading The Hourglass
You Then Me
You speak of meaning/justice/light, your blinded by your fear, for all i know is chaos, endless pleasure wrapped in the confinds of a body, waiting for it to crumble,turn to ash and release me again. This does not please me, and irony has no place in my soul, for one day i will die, accending/dropping… Continue reading You Then Me
They dont know nothing!!!
I’ve always been told not to go to bed to late, not to dye my hair, not to pierce my body, not to make bad grades, do not spike your hair, do not do anything that “i wouldnt do.” and definely do not do drugs.
Ramblings of a poor soul
These writings are kind of abstract, in the style of stream of consciousness… Fear no more fear of death only a welcome embrace that I am not worthy of a splinter a loaded gun a crimson knife oh god what have I done selfishness you’ll be rid of me and I wont be missed no… Continue reading Ramblings of a poor soul
Goodbye, today
I cut myself today I tried to escape through the pain and my fingers red with crimson tides open my wrists to see what they hide feeling, like a broken night light feeling, like nothing I do is right And I wonder why I’m still here and I have a deep rooted fear that you,… Continue reading Goodbye, today
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“For generations that go untold Seven secrets only Dead Omens know Must I lift and blaze my soul So that I can live the glow
Ironic Fight
Now that I’m about to reach the end I realize what I could have been The opposite of my aching reality. Now that I know who and what I am A beaten body, an empty soul And a heart pierced by irony.
Capture Corruption
The flesh feels sticky, the soul is bright with agony. The only message within it, lies deep between the crevasse of irony.
afterlife
When I am released from this mortol coil, will you shed a tear for me? Why? I need not those tears for I am in a far better place than you. Then again perhaps that is why you cry…..Horrible irony this life.