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Noandy Nov 2014
It is true that secrets play hide and seek
Like jolly lads and whimsical princesses
It is true that secrets play hide and seek
Going along with childhood unearthed
Vanishing away with a disguised fairytale
Littlers believe before their torn faith
Stories of hope and paramours twisted
Into joyous love myth and red slaughter
For the laughter was just a radical sound
Unknown to all of us in sunset earlihood
When I grow up I want to be what I did
Not know, while thinking of ghosts and
Things unexist,  jolly princesses with all the
Whimsical lads, thought only of beauty
And the sugar-dips poison of love long
Lost astray till they climb up a stair and
Claim a throne of stern jaw and  bones
Our skeleton soaring and hair dressed
We finally find the secrets that played
With us throughout the childhood like
Memories unearthed, wither and die
A painful death in their game of a foul
Revelation sewn tight without a trace
In our sunset earlihood when we used
To think that this world is composed of
Beauty and sugar-dips decomposed
Children of impurity and twisted guns
Anything but lethal when they let us live in
Mere tales of pride-degrading fables
To play
Or hide
And seek
Forever now
A sequel to Mandragona which correlates with Avengeador
Julia Mae  Jul 2016
119.
Julia Mae Jul 2016
love arrived
love crashed
love burned
love died
love i held still
deep inside of my chest
love that i had to learn
to let unexist
love i hold loosely now
within my hands
love that i loved
love that i buried
love that became only memories
I’m sick of hearing my heart beating
It’s exhausting
I’m tired of breathing

I don’t want to be here
I’ll never **** myself
I just wish I could disappear

I’m tired of existing
I don’t want to be here anymore
Those thoughts that I’m resisting

I wish that I could unexist
I wish that death
Was not the only exit

I wish I could just walk away
I wish I could just leave
And my problems could just stay

I’m not cut out for this
Numbness and emptiness
Whatever happened to bliss?

— The End —