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UntitledAll around me
I see death
Destruction and ignorance.
There is nothing left.
The colour drained
A black and white world of misery
Left to haunt my every whim
A constant reminder
Of things to come.
RWhat happened to acceptance?
What happened to change?
I've lost sense of this world
I cannot believe the change.
Its too great to bear.
The stench of death fills my nostrils
As I prepare for another day
Another heartache of a day
In this world we call home
But what sort of home
Is filled with the pain of existence?
Sometimes its just not worth it
Sometimes its too hard
Waking up is a burden
! feel like death
I've considered my life
Over and over again
A constant replay of my memories
Scrolls through my eyes
Of the regression I feel
Every time I breathe.
Let me forget how to breathe
I'd like to know
If the darker side of life
Leads to more promising futures.
But I wont back down
There is no pulling out
Of the rat race that is life
Because feeling sorry
Wont get me anywhere
So I walk
Morphine.Walking in the midst of shadows,
Taking these final steps,
To the end of the road, she crept,
Thoughts and voices screaming in her mind.
If they knew how she felt,
Could they understand?
She's basically walking this land,
As part of the living dead.
You can see it, its so clear,
The light has left her eyes,
The colour that once was, slowly dies,
A shade no longer recognisable.
People wonder what's wrong with here,
But would anything matter,
If they knew how this horror story goes?
Is there any possible way out from the dark?
Would it be so wrong,
If she had given up all hope?
But its too late now, she's tied the rope,
Another soul lost to the darkness of the night.
Dark Thoughts Clouded MindsSitting here, writing,
I have been here for quite some time,
To be alone is not a crime,
But how do you know when youre too far gone?
Is there ever some way,
That I can possibly feel okay again?
I need a pill to numb the pain,
That continuously stabs at my already fractured heart.
I know that things have changed,
Im not who I used to be,
My thoughts are in a constant killing spree
Destroying everything I ever was.
How do you know
When there is no more hope left,
I know theres been a theft,
Of my old sanity.
But now that it has left me,
That happened quite some time ago,
My life is like one big horror show,
Where the crowd is taunting and cruel,
Are things ever going to be the same again?
Broken GlassAnd through all this time,
I still cannot forget,
All this thinking might prose a threat
Between my subconscious and what is real.
Its like a never-ending horror story,
Where there is no end to the pain,
The blood is pumping through your veins
And you feel so insecure, so unreal.
But this is no horror story,
All the people are real,
I figure this is the deal,
There is no happy ending to the suffering I feel
Im like time bomb waiting to explode,
All the voices that surround me scream my name,
But I cannot here them, maybe Im insane?
And I know I cant go on this way.
So tonight Ill play the songs,
That remind me of who I used to be,
I know now, I can see,
That Im only a fragment of whom I used to be.
Screaming In The NightHurting me, taunting me.
Youve succeeded in making me feel,
So horrible, so unreal.
A continuous horror story with no end to the scares.
Its like a deep wound
Bleeding and seemingly never ending.
These dirty looks and back talks you keep on sending
Suffocates my every whim of survival, unable to breathe.
Yet I still continue to receive these jaunts,
I am feeling so weak, so scared,
I wish I was never there,
Simply a spectre in the rising.
Would it be so wrong,
If I were to hate them with a black fury?
If I were in court, Id call upon the jury,
To rid them of my world, to inject me with the feeling of life.
But here I am again,
Alone and cold, waiting for the kiss,
Of death, I hope it wont miss,
Because living in this world just isnt worth the pain.
I lay awake for the horror to begin,
Oh how I dread it!
I put off falling asleep
Just so I can get out of it.
Into my subconscious mind,
Enters the nightmare.
The nightmare consumes the dark
Contorting in my mind like a fractured picture
I see graves and creatures of the night
Their fangs dripping with the blood of past victims.
I run to hide, but with one swift bite
I am no longer part of the living.
Into my anxious mind,
Enters the nightmare.
There is no room in hell for me
I have turned cold and grey
Just like my counterparts.
The stench of death enters my dead mind
I know that there is more to come.
I am no longer human, I know this for sure.
Into my impulsive mind,
Enters the nightmare.
Oh I sit here and wonder
When the torture will end!
I have woken up screaming
This is no strange feat.
I have grown numb to the feeling
Of dread and angst.
The pain seems so real
How vivid the picture seems
I almost believe its real.
Into my h
The disgusted stares, like serial killers wiping out the race,
Cold hearted, laughing like this is a comedy skit,
You point and whisper,
She sits and ignores the taunts,
The cruel jokes and horrible names,
She may appear okay on the surface,
But underneath is a girl with many open wounds,
Wounds that never seem to properly heal.
Behind closed doors she cries,
The tears smudging her eye-liner once again,
Like a never-ending trail of black,
The lies that will stay with her until the grave:
Ugly! Worthless! Emo Whore! The screaming rage of her closest enemies,
Draws her nearer to the end.
She's lost and confused, she can't think straight,
The pain of repetition has made her heart ache,
She only wants someone to understand,
To care for her, to hold her hand,
And tell her everything will work out for the best.
But now she is alone, trying to wonder where it all went wrong,
Watch the tears she sheds,
Maybe you'll see the damage you caused.
I saw her today, eyes stained with
THE DEMON CONSUMING ME.The Demon Consuming Me
If I were tall, stick-thin and pretty,
I'd show myself off at all the fashion shows
Presenting myself as a piece of meat.
I'd be at all the top party scenes
Vomit-stained and smoke inhaled
Drugs, alcohol, oh what a feat.
And then I'd arrive home once again
Overdose on pills, a fracture in my reality
Stand on front of the mirror, convinced I'm fat
Although my bones protrude from my skin.
They tell me I'm too fat, to lose some weight.
I continue to make myself throw up
A way to escape to demon consuming me
I have enough money to feed a small country
Yet I cannot feed myself
My brain ceasing to exist, I am all but human.
The place where my heart used to be
Is a hollow cavern, deep and wide
I have no soul it left me long ago.
The shadows under my eyes show my exasperation
To be the image of perfection
I have no regret.
Vampires Will Never Hurt YouP3
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts...
The hours passed so slowly that it seemed time was on strike or something. It was really bad. But having year 11 geography can do that to your brain, I guess. By the time I got out of the double geography, I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. So I tried to avoid everyone and walk home alone. I know how anti-social that sounds, but its the truth. I have my days...
As I was walking past a park, i got hit on the head with a soccer ball. It was not fun. As if I wasn't having a bad enough day as it was, I had to get hit on the head with a B.A.L.L. After that, i was so angry I started to sneer at anyone I passed who simply looked at me.
*Midnight Vault*Nightmare's dominion
Impossible, sleep holds fast
Trapped in midnight vault.
Tantalized by light
Freedom lies ahead, reach out
Nightmare grip, no peaceful sleep
Welcome rising dawn.
My Night Out With Poe
Riding on the midnight rail train, snoring madman drives me insane,
while in the distance city lights entice us ever onward.
Try to sleep but him so noisy, wishing I was back in Boise,
not to mention silly raven, acting like my bag's a haven.
"Awfully hot in here," I stutter, suddenly in walks a maven,
asking why I'm not clean-shaven?
Oh, how I wish I could relate, this dismal trek to his home state,
though in reality the tale would bore you to your grave.
This Edgar dude's not my best friend, he's not someone I could defend,
his raven bud's a ghostly sort, mug's always got an odd retort.
"Nevermore," he's always shrieking, wond'ring if he's drunk on port,
pleading with him to abort.
Whistle blowing train is stopping, guess we're here my ears are popping,
oh good gosh it's no surprise the moon is full and reddish.
Raven hops on Edgar's shoulder, wishing I was feeling bolder,
howling wolf off in the distance, questioning this mad existence.
"Chilly night," is all he offers, pressing
Together in Bondage 3There once were three
Yet now there are two
One will be chosen
I hope it is you
I am too young
I cannot die here
God let me escape
Theses nights of fear
The nights are horrible
The days are bleak
The screams are everywhere
Even when I sleep
The chains round my neck
Signal to my demise
I wonder if they enjoy
Our screams and cries
My mother must be scared
Waiting for my return
Having no clue
Of the scars I will earn
They come for me know
I am no longer a hostage
My life is lost
Without my bondage
Without this bondage
I would escape and run
There once were five
But now there is one
Black LoveHer eyes look fresh,
along with blood-red lipstick.
The kiss she can give,
can be quite sadistic.
Razor sharp eyelashes,
it's part of her fashion.
She looks sad and lonely,
I guess she needs compassion.
Emotions begin to tickle,
as you stroke her hair, that is jet black.
Treat her well, give her respect,
otherwise she will make her deadly attack.
You realise her true image,
when she has your unkind blood.
Veronica, that is her name,
who wants stupid guys, dead in the mud.
The Light of The WindowOn a the shadowy corner of a darkened street
lies a house whose occupants you never want to meet
You hear no noises or sign of anyone living
as this house is spine chilling
For you see during the day this house is like any other
but at night your terror will smother
At night you see only one thing to cause a nightmare
one lone window illuminated with a single figure just standing there
You see not their demeanor or their face
but something about this person makes your heart race
The person stands there unmoving as if waiting
further increasing the terror its creating
You close your eyes wishing it would go away
as you open them you might have gotten your way
For as you look now there in the window is nothing at all
but your hopes become dashed by a sound that makes your skin crawl
As you slowly turn around you are met with a gruesome sight
The Man Who Should Not Be is the cause of your plight
As he stares you down with his soulless eyes
you are aware that you are about to meet your dem
Night HauntsNight Haunts*
The echoes of barking ring every night
Keeping me awake so late
So far and yet so damned near
I wish I could close my eyes to rest
They are tracking me almost everywhere
Until the morning light
From distant dream worlds into ours
Till we wake no more
*The hounds of Tindalos
An East Anglian FolktaleWoe to you, should you choose to go
Down that path where the rock ferns grow
In the absence of the waxing moon
You may feel something stalking you
Its heavy footfalls make no sound
Padding soft o’er stony ground
Wet black jaws and a fiery eye
Hear not its haunting, mortal cry
Stalking the Eastern woods and marsh
Feeding our fears, its judgement harsh
Coarse, dank fur the colour of plague
Its breath the reek of open graves
None yet know the beast’s true name
Its purpose, or from whence it came
But those who meet its hellish gaze
Are cursed to end their earthly days
So keep the path within your sight
When ghastly howling rends the night
Woe to you, should you miss your luck
And meet the Devil’s own Black Shuck
The Stringed OnesAll they have are the I's, the my's, but never the why's
They let lies drip like flies from their sewn button eyes
They stitch hate and pleat fate through cloth alibis
Take their fill from your till of crushed cotton dyes
Take a bit
Then some more
From your gold threaded core
Grab a kit
Cut a slit
Then squeeze out your roar
For those who wish to take heed of this lore
All I can say is
Beware the puppet lined shore
Ghost IslandUm... yeah.
This is my first attempt to write English poetry, as a result to an extremely boring math lesson at school a few weeks ago. I have to admit that I feel kinda awkward publishing this 'cause I can't really judge whether it's good or just bullsh*t (Hint: That's what I'd like to know from you...).
Anyway, I proudly present to you Ida Riddle's product of a boring math lesson, also known as:
Oh Lord Almighty, for a quick death do we pray
As even our salvation seems too far away
And as the black ghost hunts us like a bloody hound
Helpless, breathing our last breaths
Across the water our screams shall sound
Yet shore’s too far away to hear our deaths
Lovely island in the glistening sea
Living here for not even a year
And yet, some say that terrorized we’ll be
By the black shadow of the mountains here
And blackness thrives
Upon our damned coast
He drives us mad
Until he’s had
The strength of his new host
He does not differ between
Absolution.I lie awake tonight
Slowly slipping into a subconscious state of mind,
Everything, it seems, is left behind
The passage of possibility is opened to me.
Gripped by the hand of existentialism,
I am pulled from reality into creations,
My mind is whirred, a fixation,
On the mysteries that lie ahead of me.
Thrown into a dark glade,
I am running so fast,
Escaping from my possible past,
This reality will surely be confused with normality.
Suddenly I am faced with my fears,
The colour of a corpse, the glint of a fang, a stench so bloody,
My head spinning, my shoes so muddy,
I can only assume they want the kiss of death.
Short of breath, they edge ever so closer,
As the hand removes me from my fabricated reality,
In the bed I once lied in hours before, vitality
Restored, but was it a dream? Or some strange sort of normality?
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