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Knights Feb 2016
You throw your casual lies
Just at anyone
Like a devilish *****
But that's fine for

These others
Who don't seem to be
Into the love and the explicitly

You're the kind of person
Who uses their body like poison

Instead of speaking words of trust
You hide your lies with lust
to get what you want
Their use of you is a must

You think of yourself as weapon
They think they've tasted heaven

But you know very well
What You're giving em' is hell
Knights Feb 2016
She was delicate
Untouchable
She was fragile
Yet unbreakable

No other feeling
Could compare
To the way I felt
When I was with her

Between heaven
And earth suspended  
We were even
Our time was expended

Oh to those were the good times
She is now long gone
What was once delicate
And had it's rarity shone upon

This others you call mortals
Because to them you were a god
But I knew you weren't perfect
I knew you were flawed

But once you saw me
For what I truly was
my monstrosities
And all my flaws

That is who I was
That is who I am
You casted me away
Your love was a sham

You casted me away forever
Banished me in to the darkness
For centeries of eternal despondency
Nothing but complete blackness
Knights Feb 2016
Does life flash before your eyes
Do you feel anything
Do they forgive all your lies
Is it peace it will bring
Do you become another person
Another being
Do you have any reason
For the things you keep saying
For all this things I question
I'll never have an answer
  Jan 2016 Knights
SøułSurvivør
-o-o-o-o-o-

unforgiveness
is the chain
which shackles you
to your
PAIN


10W
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/26/2016
Please read
"path"
and
"freedom"

I am taking a hiatus

THANKS!
Knights Jan 2016
People call this place hell
But if it is
Everything I do I do well
Cause baby I was hades
Powerful enough to quell
All kinds of men and ladies
Like a God of the underworld
For I roamed this places
Like an innocent young girl
I had many faces
Knights Jan 2016
A butterfly flies
The moons glows
The sun shines
And a flower grows

We grow old like one too
But our children are the seeds
They grow old like we do
Doing their own deeds

It's their choice
To keep the cycle
Knights Jan 2016
With wings to fly
I might just die
Maybe say my last goodbye
Cause honey I
As the prey they might
Chase me as I scurrie by
The predators hunt me tonight
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