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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.
Lady WinterFrightful beauty shined from the ice in her eyes,
her chilly smile made your heart freeze in place
and with her always followed heavy gray skies,
stony composure lingers on her face,
the blizzards of her wind sound as Banshee cries,
drift to sleep and accept her silent embrace
smothered by the endless snow her hair,
with her purity and death hang in the air.
The Sea WidowShe walked in twilight
singing softly to an empty sea,
it beckons her to jump and be free,
a phantom grieving in the night.
Under the moon she is a specter in white
weeping beneath the lover's tree,
she walked in twilight
signing softly to an empty sea.
With each passing hour hope burns less bright,
she trembles at a lone owls eerie plea
it haunts her like the cry of a banshee,
a traitors heart yearns to give into blight,
she walked in twilight.
Test Subject #01Little bird, little bird, so brave and true
Chasing the sunshine with wings dyed with blue
I adore the dreams you sowed together
What if your dreams will not last forever?
Little bird, little bird, happy and free
Outside the cage, you are flying with me
I love the fact that you are in your best
What if I take you away from your nest?
Little bird, little bird, sing me a song
About the sky where we always belong
You voice is like a light fading away
You will be mine at the end of the way
Little bird, little bird, my world is you
Funny it is, you haven't cried a few
Stuck in prison, unable to get out
My little bird, no one can hear you shout
DriveStay focussed on the old, cracked pavement
as your wheels roll along the winding path
ignoring the screaming of your personal wrath,
lulling you to fall to sleep as a payment;
It whispers hate that echoes through your pathetic,
Empty head, only full now with the sounds
of screaming tires as the bitter taste of arsenic
Tricks your thoughts to let loose the guard hounds.
The screaming continues and the baying persists
all muddling your sense heading towards the bridge.
How much longer can you rely on your wits?
Gas pedal connects with floorboard, mind goes rigid.
Sharp turn to the left gets you over the rail
A moment left till you gasp for some air.
Thunder StrikesThunder strikes above the dark house on the hill
its foreboding silhouette glowing in the dark
as laughter comes from inside.
The laughter of children
(or perhaps that of a madman) is hidden as
thunder strikes above the dark house on the hill
Is that a family I see there?
or perhaps a killer? Nay, it must be kind
as laughter comes from inside
A scream is heard
but of joy or fear?
Thunder strikes above the dark house on the hill
Despite it's gloomy look
the foreboding house seems almost kind
as laughter comes from inside
A traveler walks inside
hoping for a meal and perhaps a bed
thunder strikes above the house on the hill
as laughter comes from inside.
Apocalypse RisingThe exterior door is shutting down.
The walls surrounding are feeling very
Caged. Noises of the dead rise up and scream.
Fingers scraping down, echoing through halls.
Slow movements, a shuffling, a skirmish, shots
Fired. Silence penetrating the building.
Then, footsteps coming ever closer near me.
Dead, alive? It could be either one. I
Hope for the living, pray the walkers stay
Away. Steak knife held close raised for combat.
I raise my arm to strike just to find Jan.
She’s alive! I thank the stars, we’re all we
Have left in this world of death and decay.
She grabs my arm, rushing down the hallway.
Running for our lives, we tumble and crash.
Falling down stairs we hear noises of the
Dead. They come crawling towards where we fell.
We are cornered in the groove. Quietly
We breathe. Hoping by the stars that they can’t
See us. They are close, moving nearer. I
Sneeze and it’s all over. They are coming.
Whispers in the dark.Tumbling in the darkness,
A little boy led astray,
Because the dark kept whispering,
For him to come and play.
He pulled and tugged and twisted,
But it ignored his plight,
It dragged him ever further,
Away from all the light.
It whispered pretty nothings,
He tried not to understand,
Whilst the grip just tightened,
Upon his little hand.
They never found his body.
They only heard his voice.
Forever calling out,
That he never had a choice.
Beware the dark my son,
It calls us whilst we sleep.
So curl up tight, ignore the night,
And dare not make a peep.
Statues of DeathAlways waiting patiently,
Never making themselves seen.
Greedy beings always searching for a meal.
Extracting your potential time,
Living off what would have been.
Sorrowful beings...and sorrow they bring.
Go to sleepRuby flames dancing in my eyes
Held no truth, full of lies
Adrenaline rushed inside of me
All displeasure, never glee
Hands clenched, face with tears
Dark thoughts filled with fears
Eyes mad, insanity snapped
Crimson blood all sapped
Chest numb, burning with hate
This is all, my only fate
"Kill kill" my mind always said
I want everyone to be dead
Man sleeping in one's bed,
Blurry vision, flames in red
Closer and closer, I go
Almost there, to my foe
Knife dangling in my hand
To slaughter this one man
The man's soul must be reaped
Smile on face, "Go to sleep..."
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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