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Francis Rowell Feb 2018
I cannot keep lying to myself
I find, though, that there is no other way
To keep myself from crying out for help
To make myself go on another day
I gaze upon the stars to search for love
Not within myself; it's not in there
I wonder why the symbol is a dove
If it will only be caught in a snare
'No matter what,' they say, 'it will not help'
But I find that I can't keep it inside
The pain makes me forget about myself
And all the terror that I try to hide
I cannot stop, can't keep my thoughts at bay
For if I do, my life will slip away
These are surprisingly hard to write.
Francis Rowell Feb 2018
just follow me, don't worry
please don't run away from me
just listen to my beautiful voice
and lose all sense of thought and choice
just follow me into my cave
forever drowning, a siren's slave
i must go now, to lead more sailors in
don't scream when i **** you, you know you can't win
Francis Rowell Feb 2018
sleep now, my darling
it will be alright
you'll wake up in a land of butterflies and light
with no monsters to follow you
no need to rush through the night
just sleep now, my darling
don't bother to fight
A bit different than my normal style, I know. I quite like it, though.
Francis Rowell Jan 2018
eight butterflies instead of lines
instead of those painful repeating designs
eight butterflies, just drawings in any other person’s eyes
but to me they’re special
so i keep them alive
i’m starting to hate that red ink anyway
The butterfly project is quite a gift. I would recommend researching it for yourself.
Francis Rowell Dec 2017
you treat me so sweetly,  your favorite doll

you always play so carefully

you put me away in the closet when you're done with me

and when i rip,  you gently sew me back

you always forget that dolls have feelings, too, though

and you just get mad so easily

you always are physically ever so soft,  but verbally you just destroy me

you always just put me back in my box

but can't you see i'm hurting?

you only see the outside

never the tears

i'm just a doll
good dollies don't cry,  good dollies can't cry
i'm just a doll

so you leave without a second thought

i've been in your closet for so long

i'm all but a forgotten toy now

it's so cold in here

why have you left me to rot?

i cannot move,  you must know this

i can only sit and stare

i'm just a doll,  can't you remember?
i'm just a doll
i'm just a doll
I actually spent quite a while revising this, which is pretty abnormal for me. I normally don’t communicate like a normal human, but I guess I am, now. If I’m doing this, I might as well say— this is most likely going to become a song.
Francis Rowell Nov 2017
Your eyes are like hazel,  your words are like cyanide

Those chocolate oceans drowning me

You build me up and draw me in, traps baited with sugar

Then all the same tear me to shambles with your poison
I can't escape, caught up in your web
Francis Rowell Nov 2017
I swallow my words,  but I'm allergic and it's all I can do not to ***** them back up.
"Do not go gentle into that good night." -Dylan Thomas
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