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I'm hollowed to the marrow
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excruciating moroseness.
Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excruciating moroseness.
Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow
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Can't you hear the voices?
Can't you hear the voices?
As they ring inside my head
Can't you see the faces?
Painted in the blood so red
Can't you taste the poison?
As it rests upon your tongue
Can't you hear the voices?
No?
Then you do not belong.
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Betrayal and derision
Were the bullets in your gun,
And you shot with the skill and precision
Of a seasoned marksman.
But just as I was expiring
on the edge of existence,
You decided that the sea
Would not carry me
Off to a diluted heaven.
You brought me back,
Back in the lonely tower,
Where you fed me lies, coated in sugary syllables,
Pretending they were medicine.
You rubbed salt in to my wounds as you stitched them shut.
I needed rest.
While I slept,
You blocked off paths
that might have led to another's hospitality.
Demons were outside the window.
They watched as I suffered,
Hoping I would die.
But I could not.
Slowly, painfully,
I
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It Came From The Dark
It Came From The Dark:
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
was me...
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