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It’s cold. It’s always cold. It’s not that simple cold that you feel on a winter’s day or the shiver when you drink a cold drink. It’s something hollow and empty. Like something's missing and it aches. It’s a soul deep cold and tiredness that you just can’t shake. Some of the time it’s just a small twinge, but some of the time it’s all consuming. It’s painful even. You feel like there’s a hole in your chest and you don’t know why. It isn’t like heartbreak, where the wound would eventually heal. There is nothing to heal from. It’s irrational, contradicting, and all the time you just feel this terrible terrible void that ***** in everything and anything,  leaving you a shell of your former self.

People only check your smiles, never your eyes, so it’s easy to deceive them. It’s easy to paint a smile on your face and laugh like nothing’s wrong. You’re too afraid  to ask for help because you know they would always just laugh at your face and said, “It’s your choice to stay sad, just cheer up!”, and you just laugh and shake your head like nothing’s wrong because they don’t understand and there’s nothing you can do. Say “I’m okay” to those who ask when in truth your screaming in your head for them to notice that somethings wrong because your at the end of your rope and god it hurts, and say “No, your not.” But it never happens, because they always try to avoid the painful truth, and then your left alone again, to fall, and fall, and fall.
Neroxes Zephyrus May 2020
The Dark King hides within shadows and fiends;
Injured in a fight the world has never seen.

The White King stands on a pillar cracked;
Proud but wounded begins his final act.

Neither can live while the other survives;
Both Kings fall as the Final Battle arrives.

New dawn comes as the new Kings rise;
Painted in red by the Old Kings demise.
Neroxes Zephyrus Feb 2020
Along the bustling roads
And throughout town
I wander alone on the streets
Like a ghost among crowds

All around I see friends,
grouped together like families
Oh, right, I almost forgot
It’s nearly christmas eve

Look around, all the happy faces
Cheerful, excited, hopeful
Things without meaning
At least, that is to me

They walk and talk
Run and hide and laugh
Blissfully unaware
Of the monochrome sky

Twilight, now
The road empty, the town quiet
I walk along the streets
Among lost spirits and lonely shadows
Neroxes Zephyrus Feb 2020
One, two, three, four
Go and hide and hide you do
I find you and you start to run
And I chase and chase and chase
But you catch me before I can try

Then you pull me under
Under the waves
the ocean
Bring me to the place
I’ve never known
Show me wonders you see
And the freedom you feel

Wander, and wander I do
Adrift the world
No goal in mind
Perhaps to find something that I can hang from
Something I can climb
Maybe see the world from above
Or perhaps under the blinds

Fire from the hearth
But now all that is left is embers
A gentle breeze
And the last warmth is gone
Replaced by is the freezing cold
And the void that came along

Looking for a treasure
A gift with wings
One that can set me free
On which where hope's alight

Finally  I
Found it utop a tree
A necklace of rope
And the courage to fly
I really don't know how to do tags :/
Neroxes Zephyrus Jun 2019
Perhaps,
sometimes,
we need some space,
slience,
some time alone.
But yet,
everytime I ask,
they laugh,
and laugh,
and jeeringly ask,
'What's wrong?'
Maybe I don't want to talk,
Maybe I don't need to talk;
Perhaps,
sometimes,
we just need space.
Neroxes Zephyrus May 2019
In the time of darkness,
The light remains.
Perhaps a flicker,
Almost in vain.
The hope it still gives,
The path it shows;
Even on the dawn of new eve,
Where the world nearly froze.
Neither can survive,
While the other dies.
The double-edged sword lives,
Thrives in deceit and lies;
But no one can stop
As the worlds collide.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise
Neroxes Zephyrus Feb 2019
Untold secrets and untold lies,
They thrive and live and die.
Withered and forgotten,
Waiting to get rotten.
With thousands underneath,
Truth is just as incomplete.

Layers of dust and dirt,
Simply to cover up the hurt.
Is there anything we know,
Other than the ones we're told?
How do we truly breathe,
When this world is full of deceit?
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