Frigid tides in the middle of the night seems to hold more warmth than my room.
It feels impossible to scream, impossible to speak.
When does a person have the right to ask for help?
To feel as if I deserve all this painful words holds more comfort than this poem.
I am at my best which could also mean I am at my worst.
Waking up seems such a bore that I wish to never wake up at all.
Unless. If I wake up in a forest far from any soul that lives
I would be free.
A blurry vision caused by the fog of the forest or by the fault of such delusions.
I can hardly think about anything when I'm surrounded by nothing
Not a single soul in sight, not a single tune it's quite defeaning
The peace I long for, one wrong move and I might make my way.
The fear of loneliness haunt me
I fear being left alone to which I must stay and feel warmth from others
But staying seems too painful, much more pain than the fear of not being loved.
It still crosses my mind.
If not for you I would've jumped the highest rock and met the embrace of the waves
Watching light slowly disappear along with my breath
It's cold, it's warm
The moment it comes, that would be my apology
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Nov 11, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
Nothing matters more than the feeling of a twisting knife piercing your body and mind.
Find out who did this to you, find them and take revenge.
Scream if you must, whisper if you're weary
Nothing matters but the pain and pleasure on your hands
Who could do this to you?
A person who loves everybody, has an enemy with a knife.
Enemies lurking in the cold of the night Friends in the comfort of slumber
Who do you run to?
The culprit caught red handed, never fled
Not only were there blood lost but, you lost everything
No one came to your screams for help
But, how could they?
The enemy you hide from takes a form of you Who could save you from such a threat?
Nothing matters but the pain given to you
Nothing matters but the acceptance that the downfall was gifted by you
This gift disguised as a dagger, pierced and twisted
You accepted this pain and threat
You knew it for you from you
and yet nothing mattered
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Nov 11, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
The corners of the room, while often dark and cold holds comfort and curiousity.
Safety comes in various shapes but hardly as a smiling face.
Wary should we be of those with kind hands Or will I merely reject anyone with warmth
"Fear not my dear, no one is ever alone."
I'm beginning to realise that false than true
A person listening to you is severely different from a person alongside you
Friends, Family, Lovers, you may have all three and still search for more
Cruel is it not to stand alone
Righteous is it to loved my many
Greed is it to want to be adored and hold dear
Human is it not to let ourselves feel.
My dearest beings, you are alone as you are not.
Does not matter with whom or without
You are alone, you are you alone
An audience is simply there to smile and clap.
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Nov 11, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC
All is well in a maiden's fair heart, no darkness shall over throw
Hidden well in the depths of her being is rage and question
Taught to be someone for someone or for something
All is well and fair in a dying fire of desire, hope, and purpose.
Spare me the kind words for they have no use in a maiden's fair heart.
She who is graceful, dear to everyone, adored by many
What ever could be a trouble for a flower in a peaceful meadow
No one would think a storm is resting in her mind and soul
Fear the soul driven by fear and knowledge for they know to much
Hide from the joy brought by naivete and hope, it shatters like glass
A fair maiden was once a child of innocence and peace
Yet she grows into so much more that what was written in prophecy
Scream not to the heavens, a maiden speaks quietly
How would the gods hear my plea if I remain unheard and discarded
Oh a maiden so fair and wealthy in love what ever do you plea
l ask for a death so sudden and painful that I shall allow myself to feel
Written in art are maidens rescued so bravely, what for
Savior of a life that is hopeful and locked in love never felt freedom
I don't ever want to leave a tower that guides me from what is real
Let the fantasy of reality remain with me and I shall live in peace
Stripped of freedom, the maiden's fair heart forced to love dearly
Rage and question proceeds to be numb and ignored
How does someone feel love without feeling sad and hopeless
Should they ever be felt all at once is a tragedy awaiting
Rescue her not for she asks for everything to end as she screams
Hear her plea as she asks for nothing but naivete and joy
Feel all her rage and love shown in dew drops from her eyes
A flower on a cold spring morning, a maiden's withered heart dries
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Nov 11, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC