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I was so happy but now your picking me apart again,
ensuring I'll never be as good as I was way back then.
You couldn't learn and now here we are back at this,
with every action sending me further down an abyss.
You love me yet you keep hurting me time after time,
seeing nothing at all wrong with your passionate crime.
How much longer do you intend on doing this to me?
Ripping and tearing at my heart for your pleasure to see.
Left to drown in an endless valley of tears while you lie,
never caring how much blood I shed, or tears that I cry.
Why is it not enough? Now you have to torture me too?
killing me everyday while pretending you never knew.
For each and every moment I feel as though I'm in Hell,
suffering the worst of fates while you relish and revel.
I'm already so broken, please, I can't take this anymore,
shattering an already damaged soul on the bathroom floor.
ensuring I'll never be as good as I was way back then.
You couldn't learn and now here we are back at this,
with every action sending me further down an abyss.
You love me yet you keep hurting me time after time,
seeing nothing at all wrong with your passionate crime.
How much longer do you intend on doing this to me?
Ripping and tearing at my heart for your pleasure to see.
Left to drown in an endless valley of tears while you lie,
never caring how much blood I shed, or tears that I cry.
Why is it not enough? Now you have to torture me too?
killing me everyday while pretending you never knew.
For each and every moment I feel as though I'm in Hell,
suffering the worst of fates while you relish and revel.
I'm already so broken, please, I can't take this anymore,
shattering an already damaged soul on the bathroom floor.
Literature
Phantom
She's always seen during
daylight -
yet her beauty is
nocturnal.
I, with shaking hands
[and nerves],
wrapped her round me
like a scarf,
though she still gives
me midnight chills
and spasms of pain
Her friends pick daisies and
pierce the stems with their
fingernails,
link them together like
Literature
Of Blood and Ink
I've met a boy
between the pages of a book
where the last true people live
their lives
marked as
delusions and lies
I've met a boy there
in a land of thoughts and pains
he carried his soul
ghostly and gray
embraced by flesh of ink and blood
a spirit in a cage of black and red
painted by silvered ash
and iron-steel
I've met a boy made of parchment
and stabbing pain behind my eyes
and somehow he is dear to me
like a jewel in my
collection of fantasy
though I know
many call him cruel
evil and rude
no morals, no noble law
never hero
far from it
a vow breaker
dirty killer
tricky cheater
and a heart without a soul
but I also see raw clear honest
Literature
asylum
I have lines to cross
and skeletons to shatter,
because halted mercy
resides in these hands.
But I will not
show mercy with you.
Today is painted
with pinstripes and broken
nails, it is when
you decide I am
good enough to be
yours.
But I made myself worse,
when I was with you.
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