aurora-8 - Hello Poetry

This is for you dear "Poetry" You're skill of the existence in me. My heart, what else so special could be You are the product art protruding out of me. I couldn't have found another way, Without you, I was to meet the bay, Rather vaporizing into the never-ending sky, Without you I couldn't think of a day. So as my truest companion, full of compassion, You are the interpretation of my color creation, Next to my subconscious submission You're the color of love infusion. Cuddle me oh poetry, wrap me in warm wisdom Crown me the heir of your wise literacy kingdom, Me the empress of your beautiful youth, would seldom Leave, forget the art of grey graphite scribe and leave alone. My valentine to your name, Dear poetry, you're my courage aflame, Could any pity fill me in shame? As I lie under you acclaim.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC

Rose to Poetry

This is for you dear "Poetry" You're skill of the existence in me. My heart, what else so special could be You are the product art protruding out of me. I couldn't have found another way, Without you, I was to meet the bay, Rather vaporizing into the never-ending sky, Without you I couldn't think of a day. So as my truest companion, full of compassion, You are the interpretation of my color creation, Next to my subconscious submission You're the color of love infusion. Cuddle me oh poetry, wrap me in warm wisdom Crown me the heir of your wise literacy kingdom, Me the empress of your beautiful youth, would seldom Leave, forget the art of grey graphite scribe and leave alone. My valentine to your name, Dear poetry, you're my courage aflame, Could any pity fill me in shame? As I lie under you acclaim.

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All those angels like me with broken wings, Shed tears and all goodness along, And the emptied heart soothes the wickedness To move in and in, deep in. Smooth petaled skin turns scales, sharp Dry, dark and aches and aches, And then I realize it's the monster inside me protruding out. Ravens take flights, doves dead on earth rotting Loathsome obnoxious odor of drying blood and rotting bones, Moan protruding out of me. Wriggled in affliction but I'd torment myself, I am done with enough. I hid behind curtains trying to cut my veins, I ripped and dropped on floor to see if that's real blood, Yes! It was real blood, it flooded out Like immensely tormented prisoners. I saw my face on the fluid spilled red It was a grotesque burned face, My agitation didn't change me, Only anger conquered. I'm cursed when wings broke, I can't fly anymore, My flight ended here. I lose! I am defeated of hopes, I lie besides me buried in the grave, And the butterflies dead on my walls, The wings freak and break. Now I know I didn't turn into an angel again, I'm a ****** monstrous maim. Monsters are innocent, Hatred is just the pain sunken in blood of angels, Flickered in flame and stink oozed out, Enormous evil ashes spread, Now the eye watches on me always, I've been beaten, bruised broken and destroyed, Threatened to a suicidal death, I am a MONSTER, Can't resist this anymore. I'm just desperate to **** myself out of sins, Desperate to look into the hollow depth of my dark heart.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 10:00 PM UTC

The Protruding Monster

All those angels like me with broken wings, Shed tears and all goodness along, And the emptied heart soothes the wickedness To move in and in, deep in. Smooth petaled skin turns scales, sharp Dry, dark and aches and aches, And then I realize it's the monster inside me protruding out. Ravens take flights, doves dead on earth rotting Loathsome obnoxious odor of drying blood and rotting bones, Moan protruding out of me. Wriggled in affliction but I'd torment myself, I am done with enough. I hid behind curtains trying to cut my veins, I ripped and dropped on floor to see if that's real blood, Yes! It was real blood, it flooded out Like immensely tormented prisoners. I saw my face on the fluid spilled red It was a grotesque burned face, My agitation didn't change me, Only anger conquered. I'm cursed when wings broke, I can't fly anymore, My flight ended here. I lose! I am defeated of hopes, I lie besides me buried in the grave, And the butterflies dead on my walls, The wings freak and break. Now I know I didn't turn into an angel again, I'm a ****** monstrous maim. Monsters are innocent, Hatred is just the pain sunken in blood of angels, Flickered in flame and stink oozed out, Enormous evil ashes spread, Now the eye watches on me always, I've been beaten, bruised broken and destroyed, Threatened to a suicidal death, I am a MONSTER, Can't resist this anymore. I'm just desperate to **** myself out of sins, Desperate to look into the hollow depth of my dark heart.

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The stone chiseled to a winged angel and I'm in your heat, The left overs are not enough and days are in dearth, But hope still lies in the stone that the sculptor left his heart In the angel, she is alive although just stone and around her girth. Death is just a fraction of seconds, you won't feel pain for You're numb and old days render but you're still sore, You regret at memories, drown in sorrow that you bore, Along with the springs, autumn too knocks your door. And you just can't stop, cant stop the beauty not the death, Although you dread but you're just too tiny on earth, You can't hope, can't fight for what's not yours, just breath Breath your life in and give away two back to death. So even if I die a day in silence, I'll remember you, I'll live with your's, with your memories. Don't forget the aroma of the burnt rose, Don't forget me unless I'm a torment to your memories.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC

The last Burn

The stone chiseled to a winged angel and I'm in your heat, The left overs are not enough and days are in dearth, But hope still lies in the stone that the sculptor left his heart In the angel, she is alive although just stone and around her girth. Death is just a fraction of seconds, you won't feel pain for You're numb and old days render but you're still sore, You regret at memories, drown in sorrow that you bore, Along with the springs, autumn too knocks your door. And you just can't stop, cant stop the beauty not the death, Although you dread but you're just too tiny on earth, You can't hope, can't fight for what's not yours, just breath Breath your life in and give away two back to death. So even if I die a day in silence, I'll remember you, I'll live with your's, with your memories. Don't forget the aroma of the burnt rose, Don't forget me unless I'm a torment to your memories.

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R.J Calzonetti Screaming cross the skyscraper’s windbreaker tapering Aether vapour- trailblazing homo-sapien wafers Of machinations psychotropic doppelgängers Aristotle throttling menagerie’s philosophically hypnotic obelisks Mind-boggling astronomical chronological esophagus Antioxidants phosphorus catastrophic mitochondria Beyond anaconda onomatopoeia Of hallucinogenic Armageddon biblical umbilical cords Swarming northern lights of aurora borealis The chalice a battleground of Evangelion belladonna Metalica candelabra swallowing the monochrome Hanukkah Of a cold winter’s eldritch disintegration photosynthesis Of innocent infinity stretching wretched beckoning requiem The words that fall upon my page, are really just a shallow grave Of the dawn of nighttime in my eyes, calm upon the twilight sun Wrong is done draped on the blood moon wraiths Skyscraped fields dusk a hollow thud below the dunes That thumps the consumption of our fate, fumes to glow in darkness loom Left blind in light of day you cannot see, the little pieces silver sheen For blinding light may fade to grey, and I will never have my way Nightfalls on another daybreak, dawning darkness, sundown on another day Twilight plays with sparkling haze, the sky a wildfire made ablaze in patchwork scarecrows Who etch rainbows black as a heart of coal, sold flatlining railroads Gold wraithlike halos of stained-glass cathedrals unreal in the fever-dream of human beings Bleeding Elysium from the seabed of dead worlds, gourds of incorporeal cornucopias Born orchestra morsels of sorrowful oracles predicting crucifixion of ellipsis’ antithesis (MC) Aurora Absonant as my pen writes the twilight, the red swallowed on horizon and bright As through a sea of blood under my feet and shrinking mast of my mighty ship A shadow I make on that red snow and peep into my heart’s hollow It’s deep as much as my pen spake of grief. I blinded in that last light and hurled like a beast dreading the songs of holy lies That have just pained in bright and made me grieve. They dragged me on my wings and deplumate me as so fallen humans They wrenched my limbs and rive my heart out and flinger me in air and I laid forever On the stones that dank my blood. I wait for the troth of demise but betrayed as it didn’t come to detract, I laid when the horizon grinned red on my face and poured the last ale And brutally drank the last sip of me. R.J Calzonetti People are sleeping under the blankets of a tranquil streetlamp A sunflower in the damp bed of concrete Soon they’ll be pushing up daisies Underneath the foundation of what I stand for Nip the bud of the flower pedalling the root of all evil like fallen leaves Breeding paraplegic freedom from the pollen melancholic Anarchistic polycrystalline shapeshifters drifting vilified Buried alive like asphalt constellations crowning metallic gallows alcoholic in my solitude See the clouds bury the ground in half a heaven’s heartbeat Limbo’s limitless abyss the photosynthesis of the sepulchral diablo Revenants of redemption dancing with death Evanescent in its bioluminescent crescent moon spooning illuminated illustrations Of Himalayan mayhem cremated avarice of ethereal onomatopoeia unravelling catacombs in God’s palindromes Homeopathic saplings decapitated in the dismembered September wastelands defibrillator Invigorating the nightshade white wraiths plane-walkers of Apocrypha documenting entropy Pent up sentience avenging the endless demigods of discombobulated proclamations nocturne graceless, octaves eldritch, evangelic Elegant elevators to flights of staircases where the air is fragrant with the fragments of stagnant stained glass asterisks Written gospels to masquerade hostage to the faith the man misplaced the sacred hate, the passageways of apathy apostrophe Apartheid of serpentine survivors carving smiles on the sidewalks Farming diamonds and their detox Arming giants like a phoenix Carnal nihilists with their secrets Stardust quiet as the bleachers Start defiant still a reject Art discipled to our freedom Shattered hearts pick up the pieces Jigsaw puzzles, smothered treasons Sow the seeds and **** the reaper Even legions rhyme and reason Tattered flags without a penance Good men do not go to heaven Buy your burden at 7-11 Your exit is the only the next entrance Resurrection prepubescent Asymmetric biomechanics Anguish to be reprimanded Megalomaniac in our sabbath Living life is just a sentence Psalms of seance death’s senescence Baptize vengeance lest it ventures into heaven Ventriloquist omniscience of rhythmic equilibrium Earthly hurricanes reemerging insurgent as the sugarcane purgatory Primordials metamorphosis contorting rigour Mortis oracles horoscope cloaked in cloaca hallucinations Induced irradiated amalgamated retaliatory incorporeal chlorophyll Born from the sorcerers' spell, the cathedral of doubt The only darkness is within oneself, light shed within a holy shell Isolation is a lonely hell, scythes of moonlight blight of bells Nightingales fail to halo word of mouth Enveloped in the clouds cast shadows hex But resurrection cannot hide from the eyes of death Fresh as babies breath Rank as the body festers effigies Bless the Nephilim the questions beck And call for some god to collect the rest Is there any answer? Even growth can be a cancer Lifeless corpses once were dancers Devils waltz on top of canopies Heaven’s hands have touched serenity ****** brands that crushed His enemies Stained glass sanguine dismantled entropy Calamity ran dry insanity dabbling in humanity Unravelling the candy wrapper saplings of happiness Pitch black irradiant dull edges sharpening archangels, darkness reincarnating Blinding bioluminescent glistening abyssal rakshasa sarcophagus parting monarchies Metamorphosis coruscating fornication immortalization Tartarean Reverberating homo-sapien scintillating hurricanes palpitation circulating ricocheting oblivion Shining crepuscular homunculus dully illustrious Sunless avatars, mannequins of Abaddon stygian as fallen leaves on the breeze of Avalon Evangelion Incarceration breeding Elysium’s jailors in the cathedral of double helixes Bethlehem's’ new genesis of Lucifer’s crucifixion Brighter than a fallen star Mourning in the dark Doppelganger apostles night stalkers of phosphorous Pockmarked arcanum bloodstained in gravestone Salem Where the braves’ halos dined on maelstroms alone Heirs succeeding failures of the empty throne Filled with nothings’ own Brimming bound by Babylonian poems Deus ex Machina's apocalypse coughing prophets of Samsara blossoming diabolic Life is but a Holocaust Death the moment God forgot Breath the only psalm we sought Kept within a hollow box Shedding devils, angelic, lost Finding metamorphosis (MC) Aurora A world often synonymous with beauty on the horizon, Meet my eyes you mourned demon load the strength on thee. Crestfallen light on your wrist burns down your girth And you can plead, just plead your twilight sun. Watch the dead sea swallow you in the salts of agony And drown in the anguish, hundreds of angelic bloodsheds, Press hold of the thumbprints on your throat, you can't roar. Sore lugubrious melancholy aired atmosphere, And downhearted souls dispirited dragons dragged along. The sob grim hiding in a blue funk rusty smog choking wind, The nyctophilliac animals howl long the cold-blooded love song In your lungs and burn. It's the twilight sun, Just that twilight sun.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC

Twilight Sun (Collab Version)

R.J Calzonetti Screaming cross the skyscraper’s windbreaker tapering Aether vapour- trailblazing homo-sapien wafers Of machinations psychotropic doppelgängers Aristotle throttling menagerie’s philosophically hypnotic obelisks Mind-boggling astronomical chronological esophagus Antioxidants phosphorus catastrophic mitochondria Beyond anaconda onomatopoeia Of hallucinogenic Armageddon biblical umbilical cords Swarming northern lights of aurora borealis The chalice a battleground of Evangelion belladonna Metalica candelabra swallowing the monochrome Hanukkah Of a cold winter’s eldritch disintegration photosynthesis Of innocent infinity stretching wretched beckoning requiem The words that fall upon my page, are really just a shallow grave Of the dawn of nighttime in my eyes, calm upon the twilight sun Wrong is done draped on the blood moon wraiths Skyscraped fields dusk a hollow thud below the dunes That thumps the consumption of our fate, fumes to glow in darkness loom Left blind in light of day you cannot see, the little pieces silver sheen For blinding light may fade to grey, and I will never have my way Nightfalls on another daybreak, dawning darkness, sundown on another day Twilight plays with sparkling haze, the sky a wildfire made ablaze in patchwork scarecrows Who etch rainbows black as a heart of coal, sold flatlining railroads Gold wraithlike halos of stained-glass cathedrals unreal in the fever-dream of human beings Bleeding Elysium from the seabed of dead worlds, gourds of incorporeal cornucopias Born orchestra morsels of sorrowful oracles predicting crucifixion of ellipsis’ antithesis (MC) Aurora Absonant as my pen writes the twilight, the red swallowed on horizon and bright As through a sea of blood under my feet and shrinking mast of my mighty ship A shadow I make on that red snow and peep into my heart’s hollow It’s deep as much as my pen spake of grief. I blinded in that last light and hurled like a beast dreading the songs of holy lies That have just pained in bright and made me grieve. They dragged me on my wings and deplumate me as so fallen humans They wrenched my limbs and rive my heart out and flinger me in air and I laid forever On the stones that dank my blood. I wait for the troth of demise but betrayed as it didn’t come to detract, I laid when the horizon grinned red on my face and poured the last ale And brutally drank the last sip of me. R.J Calzonetti People are sleeping under the blankets of a tranquil streetlamp A sunflower in the damp bed of concrete Soon they’ll be pushing up daisies Underneath the foundation of what I stand for Nip the bud of the flower pedalling the root of all evil like fallen leaves Breeding paraplegic freedom from the pollen melancholic Anarchistic polycrystalline shapeshifters drifting vilified Buried alive like asphalt constellations crowning metallic gallows alcoholic in my solitude See the clouds bury the ground in half a heaven’s heartbeat Limbo’s limitless abyss the photosynthesis of the sepulchral diablo Revenants of redemption dancing with death Evanescent in its bioluminescent crescent moon spooning illuminated illustrations Of Himalayan mayhem cremated avarice of ethereal onomatopoeia unravelling catacombs in God’s palindromes Homeopathic saplings decapitated in the dismembered September wastelands defibrillator Invigorating the nightshade white wraiths plane-walkers of Apocrypha documenting entropy Pent up sentience avenging the endless demigods of discombobulated proclamations nocturne graceless, octaves eldritch, evangelic Elegant elevators to flights of staircases where the air is fragrant with the fragments of stagnant stained glass asterisks Written gospels to masquerade hostage to the faith the man misplaced the sacred hate, the passageways of apathy apostrophe Apartheid of serpentine survivors carving smiles on the sidewalks Farming diamonds and their detox Arming giants like a phoenix Carnal nihilists with their secrets Stardust quiet as the bleachers Start defiant still a reject Art discipled to our freedom Shattered hearts pick up the pieces Jigsaw puzzles, smothered treasons Sow the seeds and **** the reaper Even legions rhyme and reason Tattered flags without a penance Good men do not go to heaven Buy your burden at 7-11 Your exit is the only the next entrance Resurrection prepubescent Asymmetric biomechanics Anguish to be reprimanded Megalomaniac in our sabbath Living life is just a sentence Psalms of seance death’s senescence Baptize vengeance lest it ventures into heaven Ventriloquist omniscience of rhythmic equilibrium Earthly hurricanes reemerging insurgent as the sugarcane purgatory Primordials metamorphosis contorting rigour Mortis oracles horoscope cloaked in cloaca hallucinations Induced irradiated amalgamated retaliatory incorporeal chlorophyll Born from the sorcerers' spell, the cathedral of doubt The only darkness is within oneself, light shed within a holy shell Isolation is a lonely hell, scythes of moonlight blight of bells Nightingales fail to halo word of mouth Enveloped in the clouds cast shadows hex But resurrection cannot hide from the eyes of death Fresh as babies breath Rank as the body festers effigies Bless the Nephilim the questions beck And call for some god to collect the rest Is there any answer? Even growth can be a cancer Lifeless corpses once were dancers Devils waltz on top of canopies Heaven’s hands have touched serenity ****** brands that crushed His enemies Stained glass sanguine dismantled entropy Calamity ran dry insanity dabbling in humanity Unravelling the candy wrapper saplings of happiness Pitch black irradiant dull edges sharpening archangels, darkness reincarnating Blinding bioluminescent glistening abyssal rakshasa sarcophagus parting monarchies Metamorphosis coruscating fornication immortalization Tartarean Reverberating homo-sapien scintillating hurricanes palpitation circulating ricocheting oblivion Shining crepuscular homunculus dully illustrious Sunless avatars, mannequins of Abaddon stygian as fallen leaves on the breeze of Avalon Evangelion Incarceration breeding Elysium’s jailors in the cathedral of double helixes Bethlehem's’ new genesis of Lucifer’s crucifixion Brighter than a fallen star Mourning in the dark Doppelganger apostles night stalkers of phosphorous Pockmarked arcanum bloodstained in gravestone Salem Where the braves’ halos dined on maelstroms alone Heirs succeeding failures of the empty throne Filled with nothings’ own Brimming bound by Babylonian poems Deus ex Machina's apocalypse coughing prophets of Samsara blossoming diabolic Life is but a Holocaust Death the moment God forgot Breath the only psalm we sought Kept within a hollow box Shedding devils, angelic, lost Finding metamorphosis (MC) Aurora A world often synonymous with beauty on the horizon, Meet my eyes you mourned demon load the strength on thee. Crestfallen light on your wrist burns down your girth And you can plead, just plead your twilight sun. Watch the dead sea swallow you in the salts of agony And drown in the anguish, hundreds of angelic bloodsheds, Press hold of the thumbprints on your throat, you can't roar. Sore lugubrious melancholy aired atmosphere, And downhearted souls dispirited dragons dragged along. The sob grim hiding in a blue funk rusty smog choking wind, The nyctophilliac animals howl long the cold-blooded love song In your lungs and burn. It's the twilight sun, Just that twilight sun.

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Absonant as my pen writes the twilight, the red swallowed on horizon and bright As through a sea of blood under my feet and shrinking mast of my mighty ship A shadow I make on that red snow and peep into my heart’s hollow It’s deep as much as my pen spake of grief. I blinded in that last light and hurled like a beast dreading the songs of holy lies That have just pained in bright and made me grieve. They dragged me on my wings and deplumate me as so fallen humans They wrenched my limbs and rive my heart out and flinger me in air and I laid forever On the stones that dank my blood. I wait for the troth of demise but betrayed as it didn’t come to detract, I laid when the horizon grinned red on my face and poured the last ale And brutally drank the last sip of me. A world often synonymous with beauty on the horizon, Meet my eyes you mourned demon load the strength on thee. Crestfallen light on your wrist burns down your girth And you can plead, just plead your twilight sun. Watch the dead sea swallow you in the salts of agony And drown in the anguish, hundreds of angelic bloodsheds, Press hold of the thumbprints on your throat, you can't roar. Sore lugubrious melancholy aired atmosphere, And downhearted souls dispirited dragons dragged along. The sob grim hiding in a blue funk rusty smog choking wind, The nyctophilliac animals howl long the cold-blooded love song In your lungs and burn. It's the twilight sun, Just that twilight sun.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC

Twilight Sun

Absonant as my pen writes the twilight, the red swallowed on horizon and bright As through a sea of blood under my feet and shrinking mast of my mighty ship A shadow I make on that red snow and peep into my heart’s hollow It’s deep as much as my pen spake of grief. I blinded in that last light and hurled like a beast dreading the songs of holy lies That have just pained in bright and made me grieve. They dragged me on my wings and deplumate me as so fallen humans They wrenched my limbs and rive my heart out and flinger me in air and I laid forever On the stones that dank my blood. I wait for the troth of demise but betrayed as it didn’t come to detract, I laid when the horizon grinned red on my face and poured the last ale And brutally drank the last sip of me. A world often synonymous with beauty on the horizon, Meet my eyes you mourned demon load the strength on thee. Crestfallen light on your wrist burns down your girth And you can plead, just plead your twilight sun. Watch the dead sea swallow you in the salts of agony And drown in the anguish, hundreds of angelic bloodsheds, Press hold of the thumbprints on your throat, you can't roar. Sore lugubrious melancholy aired atmosphere, And downhearted souls dispirited dragons dragged along. The sob grim hiding in a blue funk rusty smog choking wind, The nyctophilliac animals howl long the cold-blooded love song In your lungs and burn. It's the twilight sun, Just that twilight sun.

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A painful memory is an ache forever, In this ache my heart had to quiver A world of peace I dreamt since ever, I peep in past but stepped back never. Survived in uncertainty, I chose to live, Life's not to take, but so much to give. Don't know, how long I want to survive, However sin done on me, I must forgive. In pain of loss I will live in a numbness, In my ache, I'm dying of sun's darkness, The burns I see in it, same as cruelness, Of pity on the disability of my kindness. Life of the one winged angels in dearth, Is no less than the lost of souls on earth, Ache of loss is same for lovers and both The mother and dead child in her hearth. The autumn of grieving leaves in silence, They flutter in air to tell their presence, But yellowness indicates the senescence, Fall isn't a perception of death's presence. I writhe in pain my poems speak now, To this art I leave my honorable bow, Let life have only the sorrows to show, I'll make my hopeful smiles I'll borrow. Unwell in mind, all shaken brain, All my life I proved myself sane, I'll want to die and may I'll maim, But no more till I live, I'll be same. I tried self-harm so far in depression, Tired of a life in infinite suppression. Bruised skin will leave it's impression, Bleeding inside and dead in congestion. My heart is limp and flaccid in pain, My eyes seen the sorrow start to rain, A life emerged from the sea of maim I'm rotting inside but not the life chain.

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Feb 8, 2020

Feb 8, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC

Forever Ache

A painful memory is an ache forever, In this ache my heart had to quiver A world of peace I dreamt since ever, I peep in past but stepped back never. Survived in uncertainty, I chose to live, Life's not to take, but so much to give. Don't know, how long I want to survive, However sin done on me, I must forgive. In pain of loss I will live in a numbness, In my ache, I'm dying of sun's darkness, The burns I see in it, same as cruelness, Of pity on the disability of my kindness. Life of the one winged angels in dearth, Is no less than the lost of souls on earth, Ache of loss is same for lovers and both The mother and dead child in her hearth. The autumn of grieving leaves in silence, They flutter in air to tell their presence, But yellowness indicates the senescence, Fall isn't a perception of death's presence. I writhe in pain my poems speak now, To this art I leave my honorable bow, Let life have only the sorrows to show, I'll make my hopeful smiles I'll borrow. Unwell in mind, all shaken brain, All my life I proved myself sane, I'll want to die and may I'll maim, But no more till I live, I'll be same. I tried self-harm so far in depression, Tired of a life in infinite suppression. Bruised skin will leave it's impression, Bleeding inside and dead in congestion. My heart is limp and flaccid in pain, My eyes seen the sorrow start to rain, A life emerged from the sea of maim I'm rotting inside but not the life chain.

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Don't scrape my fresh wounds like a hellhound, I'm a fallen angel of broken wings and fainting death, A stinking rotting odor of blood and flesh on my rotting bones, I'm a venomous fang, I'll **** you. I'll tear you up from the chest, crush our ribs And grotesque your heart under my clenched gnarled fist, Rinse me in your blood. I'll drink the sins in wonder of hate, Under the savagery of my beast soar scream. I'll burn the wings of fire, Flicker my joy in the sinful air, On the plane pale, I'll play the rain in blood, My throat choked in soot I'll wander under the fire and wait my thirst to cause drought Wrench the lands of life, Gallop all in my hateful eyes And make a dark world where I'd want to hear writhe, Screams and cries. Songs of melancholy overseas should reach, Elegies must be burned into ember like my innocent heart was once, Don't leave me on loath, It's my turn to be an evil destroyer, An uncontrolled monsterous creature, On the lead to pave for hell and end peace on slits of sin, Make me that or I'll end up here Just as a human or a fallen angel. It's that insanity caged me in it's fist of innocence, But I don't want to stay anymore. Don't scrape on my fresh wounds, I'll fill you with venom of my hate and pain, And the aches would be terrible to survive, Don't make me the fallen angel again!

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC

Scrapes

Don't scrape my fresh wounds like a hellhound, I'm a fallen angel of broken wings and fainting death, A stinking rotting odor of blood and flesh on my rotting bones, I'm a venomous fang, I'll **** you. I'll tear you up from the chest, crush our ribs And grotesque your heart under my clenched gnarled fist, Rinse me in your blood. I'll drink the sins in wonder of hate, Under the savagery of my beast soar scream. I'll burn the wings of fire, Flicker my joy in the sinful air, On the plane pale, I'll play the rain in blood, My throat choked in soot I'll wander under the fire and wait my thirst to cause drought Wrench the lands of life, Gallop all in my hateful eyes And make a dark world where I'd want to hear writhe, Screams and cries. Songs of melancholy overseas should reach, Elegies must be burned into ember like my innocent heart was once, Don't leave me on loath, It's my turn to be an evil destroyer, An uncontrolled monsterous creature, On the lead to pave for hell and end peace on slits of sin, Make me that or I'll end up here Just as a human or a fallen angel. It's that insanity caged me in it's fist of innocence, But I don't want to stay anymore. Don't scrape on my fresh wounds, I'll fill you with venom of my hate and pain, And the aches would be terrible to survive, Don't make me the fallen angel again!

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