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  Mar 2016 Sin
Chloe Zafonte
They say that the past is in the past, what they say is true but it never exactly fades for you. You don't do what you want when the voice of the person who brought you down lingers in your brain, as you still hear the angry footsteps stomping up the stairs even when you know they're no longer there. That rechid angry face still lingers your mind, you expect a harsh word or strike from anyone so kind, you learn to rely on yourself, you know that no one will show compassion, believe you or lift a finger to help. You close yourself off from the world feeling rejected by society, you were told that you were worthless
It hurts just as worse when they cut your skin while shirtless. Try and make your life at ease, grow older, step out of your comfort zone because you're the one to please.
Sin Feb 2016
In the woods by the knurled burnt oak
Hides a shadow in the blackest cloak
With bent up spine and boney fingers
And a rasp like a hell hound in his throat

Don't look his way just pass on by
Sneak around the moon so high
Hide beneath the breeze that chills
Look out for the shadows that ****

Once you pass the stench of death
Turn to the weeping willow
Kneel down upon earth so soft
And rest your weary head on earth's soft pillow

Close your eye's and let him pass
Hear his twisted bones chime the hour
As he looks for you to take tonight
And drag you into the boggy crag
  Feb 2016 Sin
Sky
Sometimes I wonder
how it would feel
to just be numb
all the time
To feel the way I used to feel,
like nothing ever hurt me, nothing broke through
my cold, stainless steel walls
Sometimes I wonder
if I would rather feel that way again
Because sometimes emotion
is just too cumbersome to carry every day

I remind myself that
to feel emotion is to be human, to be alive
And I very much prefer being alive
to being a cold, steel statue
Resting forgotten at the bottom of the sea
wishing she could see the sky again

Being alive is worth the pain
of having a heartbeat.
Sin Feb 2016
Speak not of dark things under your bed
For little child they're all in your head
But don't tell mommy
Or she will see
The madness that grows from the seed

I'll hide until night when all asleep
Then I'll come out for you to keep
A plaything I am but not a toy
Just a special demon
For you to enjoy

Don't be frightened of my looks
Or try to hide behind a book
I'm here always as night draws in
Waiting for playtime to begin

So early to bed and close those eye's
Pretend to sleep and get your suprise
As knurled hands reach up for you
And drag you down to your dark tomb
Sin Feb 2016
Frozen by the bitter wind
Hands so numb
To hold her heart I cannot win
With love so cold and dark

Punish me now great north god
For hell is locked inside my heart
I know that I cannot have
Lips of hers so warm

A soul you **** as you blow tonight
Holding my love till death will fight
My last breath I call her name
Oh winter god why do you slain

My ***** awaits with bated breath for
I will return to her warm breast
In another world so strong I'll be
Then and only then the sun
Will bathe me
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