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13.6k · Feb 2015
Witch Hunt
Tingling thoughts of ******,
dangling through the branches of trees
As if dread from an uncertain past;
further floats among the living effigies.

A whisper from long ago still echoes,
where people dare not put foot.
A place, where time slows
A place where men once stood.
3.2k · Mar 2015
Blackhole in my chest
I feel a deep void inside my chest,
where I once felt my heart.
That heart that once bet in my chest,
now can't restart.

It's dead and the hole it left;
***** joy like a black hole.
This life has shattered its core,
No wonder it beats no more.
Walking in the midst of dark shadows,
In the silence through the meadows
I feel disconnected from reality,
Far from the world's true letality

I'm somewhere in between worlds,
A place without rules or rulers
A place without good and evil
Without any.... upheaval

It is in this place that I can be,
Be my true self, my mind set free
Thoughts run free, like horses in a meadow
In the midst of this dark shadow
2.1k · Feb 2015
Faded
My skies look dark,
for my stars have long faded before they could shine.
1.2k · May 2015
Double-Cross Demons
Let thy soul into the darkness delve,
Where thou looses all thyself, ...Where;
slithering serpents slay so silent,
Like death's deadly scythe.

Deranged demon's deathly snare
Snatching people, unaware,
With such sweet nectar they thou compel,
So that willingly, thy soul thou sell.

A wolf in sheep's skin,
Juggling the lives of men's kin,
As if they were nothing,
but a game to win.
1.1k · Nov 2016
In Sempiterna Solitudine
In perpetual solitude I linger in the shadows.
Fragmented in which pieces to me are unbeknownst... unrecognisable.

Am I who I was or am I nothing but a memory of what I once were? Something other than me. A corrupted part of my insanity.

Maybe I am nothing more than lifeless flesh, rotting in perpetual solitude.
935 · Mar 2015
Anima Perduta
Eversince my heart stopped beating,
My life just keeps repeating.
I can feel nothing, no sorrow, no pain;
There is something I just can't regain.

Life seems so out of reach, and;
Yet I still walk.
I eat flesh and blood just like my own,
Not knowing what is right or wrong.
852 · Aug 2016
A Kiss
Tingling feelings in your chest,
A buzzing euphoria in your head.

The heavy breaths that fill your lungs.
The warmth of a touch long longed-for.

Lip to lip, a magic trick...

So easy to conjure
yet so difficult to come by,
A kiss, A kiss that's what I miss... in this lonely life of mine.

Two hearts racing in syncope,
Two souls combined.
The adrenaline rush...
A feeling undefined.

Yes truly inexplicable,
Yet sometimes described,
As hundreds of fireworks
exploding in your mind.
742 · Aug 2019
Drifting Tides
Unfortunately,
I'm stuck in the sea
Between you and me.

I swim relentlessly towards you,
but the sea never ends.

Tick tock and I forgot whom I'm longing for, and I'm lost in an unrelenting ocean of dread and misery.

Not knowing my starting point nor my destination, I find myself drowning in my own desolation.

I hear my name echo like thunder,
But the song of your voice resonates no more.
It lost its magic.

With all that surrounds me I feel nothing but blue. My mind no longer recalls what it means to be "Me and You".

Maybe had we met half way,
I'd still know who you are.
714 · Jan 2016
Caged
I'm wasting my young years,
Living in a cage of my own making.
684 · Jan 2017
Anxiety
Anxiety... the bane to my existence
At the opportune time opposing my resistance.
Dragging me into an uncontrollable state of stress,
Where I stand idle, where I'm a mess.

All my insecurities resurface, and
I think that I can't handle this,
That I'm not that great after all.
That I'm not desirable in the eyes of all.

So I stand silent in desolation
In a state of isolation.
Where I wonder who would put up,
With this mishap of creation...

That happens to be me.
666 · May 2015
The Devil Within
From within the darkest depths of my heart,
I feel it creeping start.
Shivers run across my spine
With every tick of the clocks passing time.

Slowly, slowly myself I loose,
doing things I do not choose.
My eyes turn dark, like a cloudy night
My skin turns pale, like the moon shining bright.

I hear a whisper from deep inside;
That tells me to ******, whom ever it decide.
And even though I wish not to comply,
Whatever it says, do shall I.

— The End —