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Blake Aug 2017
I spoke unfairly,.
As I slipped into insanity,.

My emotions are not capable of truth,.
I am but a pathetic youth,.

A naive young mind,.
That cries at the worst of times,.

I see you crying,.
Because I am the one lying.,

After all you have done,.
I destroyed the beauty of a gracious sun,.,.,.,

I am forever grateful,..........
Blake Aug 2017
One day my friend,.
We will remember how it all began,.
Until then,.
I have your back,.
True friends rely on one another,.
To get through the worst of times,.
Even if we were the ones who created it,...,,.,
Blake Aug 2017
There was a word spoken in the present tense,.
It spread into the future, it impacted the instance,.
Now it spreads like wildfire smiling in the wake of its grim decay,.
A mockery of what could be here today,.
It needs to be lead away,.
Out of the this inept night,.
Into the relief of the lantern's light,..,,.,.,
Blake Aug 2017
Why don't you want to be held in a light,?
Standing in velvet with sapphires so bright,.
Why must we bury the sunlight,?
Why must we dance in the night,.
With no hope in sight,.
To ever seeing the end of the blight,.
Why do you hide in such fright,?
When will you sit in an Hawaiian park and fly a kite,?
I understand your plight,.
I truly have empathy and insight,.
But why must you let the world fuel your fear of heights,?
And let someone love you for who you are,...,?
Blake Aug 2017
A peculiar light brightens my eye,.
Twinkle forming in time,
With words structured elegantly in my mind,.
Arranged to nullify romantic crimes,.

In one ironic instant you stole it,.
My eyes violently shattered,.
My mind's levee corrupted,.
This once beautiful home is but a house floating on our vulnerable river,....,,..,
Blake Aug 2017
My wings clipped,.
My body trembles on the cold ground,.

Incapable of flight,.
My willpower left me so long ago,.

My mind races to death,.
The hands that clipped me the only things left,.

They set me free when I lost control,.
By the grace of the cold spirits, I am found,.

On the frozen ground a serpent slithers toward me,.
Finding warmth in my escaping intensity..,,.,.,
Blake Aug 2017
I need...to find...
A way...to leave it all behind....
Release me...
take the knife out...
Spill my blood onto your floor,.
so i can beg for more..,,.,
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