sad
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I can feel it slipping, my sobriety Doomed to be forever consumed by this metallic beast Engulfing my consciousness more every day Losing myself would say But lost I already am In the belly of the beast Yet still all i can think of is where can I find my next subliminal feast I am a body a shell A corpse of… Read more
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They are dancing and they are spinning around and around Victims to their own stir up of exotic never-ashes Holding one another close on right yet distanced on the left Hypnotically drawn Cluelessly twirling into one another’s souls So happy to be near yet so in fear to be close Defiantly maintaining a prolonging and dragging out of the inescapable last lovers kiss They are… Read more
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Roses Roses lined with golden powder So beautiful So pure So deceiving The spell is upon me Can I make it to my ever-retreating door of freedom or will these colors once again keep me? On my pony I fly by my life and laugh The colors are so sharp I am really seeing it all I love my invisible pony I can do… Read more
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It seems like every day it’s getting clearer to me I do it in so many ways I never failed to continue to alienate myself this way always trying to think of something to say words that never come out so I just sit back and let you take it away once again always alienating myself this way … Read more
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I’m running my heart to pieces trying to break free of you but I’m disappearing deep down inside with every tear I forced deep down inside breakdown I’m having on the floor with my head in my hands I’m screaming through my veins the hate I can feel it brewing pain anger and sadness fusing together filling me up from… Read more
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The crimson tide slowly washes over me, The cascading ebony of the color red clipping my beautiful wings, The chain of society perpetually tightening around my body every time I try to lift off, This chilling cement rain puddling and forming upon my feet, I can feel it, Every hardening drop keeping me who I am yesterday, … Read more
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“Why are you afraid of getting better?” the women with the dark eyes and darker hair asks 5000 miles away but sitting in the woman’s living room. “Who said I was scared” “My third eye is telling me.” “You and your third I can….” the woman goes silent. Picking the conversation back up she starts… Read more
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Slowly the truck turned from the dirt road onto a narrow-wooded path over hung with willows leading into the woods. I looked in the back of the beat-up old Ford truck at my dog curled into a ball; the best dog I have ever had, slowly suffering to death from an unknown illness. “I love… Read more
Losing Alaska 