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Her eyes clouded by
nightmares of the past
Angst controls her life
as shadows chase her
each and every day
nightmares of the past
Angst controls her life
as shadows chase her
each and every day
Literature
Some Broken People
Some broken people can hurt you without thought
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue m
Literature
The Word Count Is None
You once said you’d write a poem to my mother
About how much you loved her only son
But something seems to have changed in your heart of late
And now the word count has become none
I know I am not your knight in shining armour
In fact no armour could protect me
From all the nights I have spent sitting in the dark
With no moon to light up my misery
You once said you had dreamt of the two of us
Young lovers stood knee deep in a lake
But you chose to increase the depth of the water
Before I even had a chance to wake
Now I am drowning in the dreams of your sunset
As I can't get a handle on my blues
Still I offer you my shoulders to stan
Literature
Shades Of Gray
He drowns
in visceral shades of gray,
confined
in illustriously craved walls
with four defined ridges
allowing him only
a window to his soul...
a window without bars,
and yet it offers no escape
for it only allows
the gray to flood through.
He cannot swim,
the color allows him no such pleasantry
and instead he must sit,
basking
in what little color he can find
as they slowly choke him
and as he dies
he screams repentant cries
and begs for salvation
with tears in his eyes
for redemption...
but his tears
only dye his skin as gray
as the filth which drowns him.
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Feedback is appreciated and if you liked it just slapping that favourite button in the face (don't worry, he/she/it is a bit of an arse anyway so don't feel bad about it) helps out a great deal.
Thank you for reading.
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PS:
If you have the time, checking out my friend Qwibes' work would be greatly appreciated.
Here's a link to a project named ''the butterfly project'': qwibes.deviantart.com/art/The-…
I believe it is worth checking out.
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This reminded me of Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)