Some things do not end.
I mourn who I am daily,
Getting high off my paradox,
Oh my
What a selfish type of abuse-
A barren, desolate carcass being controlled by a
Sadist master,
I can't keep up even when I run faster.Demented then stable,
Death then life,
Each day is different- I don't get to pick a side.I confront myself daily, and find myself appalled each time,
Who taught me to be so vicious?
Aching to feel
Aching to wake from the ever constant sleep that I live my life inside.I bleed from thorns to roses
Dried up and shriveled. They make bittersweet memories. Colorless now.
They smell of dirt and decomposition, no longer vivacious and desirable.
Inside I wreck havocI feel so sorry for my own mind for what I put it through ;
Inside I break things to no repair
Destroy them to oblivion like a hungry catastrophe
A starving beast that will drag everything into a void, and loose it's mind for the taste of blood
Lonesome and cold.
Lonesome and cold
Dead and lifeless.
I watch myself tear away from myself like an outsider and give my biased opinion.Oh to put yourself back together would surely be a sin. Surely be a sin. Surely be a sin.
God must think I'm him for the way I praise and pray to myself
Or maybe I think I'm him. I walk on water in my dreams
But it burns the souls of my feet.
Empty cold
I made a bed out of snow.
Frost bitten and frozen veins they leave me still and callous begging for heat
But I hate the summer and wish the sun would eat me so I'd never have to see it againImpending doom sits on my shoulders whispering me sweet nothings and I cry and rejoice at the sound of its praise. Oh how sour my own words taste when they leave my mouth
A cavity full of rotten metaphors and hate
God spit them out
Let me spit them out
I choke on their sound
I quiet myself for one more day. And pray to my god the rain can wash my sins far away
I bit the poison apple and now I have a life time of debt to pay
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Somnolence - III *Editing*
PoetryLet me tell you, Why I can't sleep at night. From Faded feelings and Empty Thoughts, came a deep somnolence .. where I desired to rest for an eternity. | book is probably completed for now, even though I don't want to let go | Editing slowly