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V Jan 2020
Your love was bright, nebolous and tore through me,
I think about you, and what we could be,
But you chose to burn me to the ground,
I try and escape, your memories, your sound,
Something new might grow,
Something different, that which I did not know,
For now, I am stuck picking up what is left
I choose to burn my bridges,
Feel my imperfections, my cracks and ridges,
You, a paper fire, turned me to ash,
But I will rise, from the ground,
Unabashed.
Paper fires are usually bright, quick and have a chance of hurting you. Thought I’d use that as a metaphor for a toxic person.
V Feb 2018
It felt good, the pain,
Relentless hardships, without any gain.
Not anymore.
Time to reset the clock,
Step out of the comfort of the generic flock.
This is me, dug up from the earth.
This is, Rebirth.
V May 2017
You never knew how much I loved you
I never asked much; just that you don't harm the one person I loved more than myself.
you.
Why didn't you think of me when you put the blade to yourself?
Why did you think I would survive that?
I now roam this abyss an empty shell
Treasuring the memories you gave me
V May 2017
.
The bliss of solitude
So beautiful
The chaos of madness
So appealing
V May 2017
Heed my advice
For I am the last thing you shall see
I am the one who created this world
And I am the one who shall end it
My word is law; my judgement is final.
Demons don't just come from hell
They live within us all.
Heed my advice
For I am the means of your liberation.
V May 2017
My feet go cold as I stare at the abyss
A sickening feeling in my gut
It's time to return
But am I ready?
Treading on this isolated path
Is there any return from this madness?
As the darkness envelopes me
I feel a sense of security... knowing there lies
something beyond this intermission
called life.
V Aug 2016
Do you know why, as we grew up we stopped looking for demons in the closet?
Not because we became more mature, no.
We finally realised they were in us.
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