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You don't care now
Wait till I'm dead

You'll all stop laughing
When you see what you did
I'm enthralled with the idea of dying
No more hurting, no more crying

Sorry, but life has no silver lining
Society kills the rising

Suicides not what I'm implying
I'm only saying that I'm done trying....
I am nothing but a pawn within this sick game called life.
      Each moment is tallied in my skin with a knife.
I have no purpose yet I live, as societies imperfect sacrifice.
Since there are no ***** to give, I'll refrain from playing nice.
 Dec 2016 Mysidian Bard
Sean Hunt
One more breath is done
And then another one
How many more?
I cannot say
Another hour
Another day?
Another year?
How many more?
I cannot say

We walk the path
We have no choice
To stay, to play
Another day
Though we plead
Though we pray
The path we take
Is one-way



Sean Hunt  Dec 24 2016
Everyone has their own demons to face
their own villains to chase.
So when you run around in my dreams,
I don't know who you're supposed to be.
I know my demons well
but you don't make a sound
The vibrations echo through my head
of everything i live to dread.
The skeletons are knocking on the door
the monsters reaching up from the floors.
I cannot escape this now
Why is it so ******* loud?
Little birds often fly to me here
whisper in my ear and tell me
about the sapphire skies, endless fields, and flowing rivers
out there.
Out there, the wind kisses your cheeks
Out there, the music from the trees sings loudly, with harmony,
along with the bees
Out there, there are no walls
no fences
no shackles
nothing from keeping you free
But I wouldn't know any of that
sitting here,
with only a little piece of heaven mocking me. unobtainable.

Believe me, I've tried.
Bruised feet, ****** hands, bleeding back, all gifts I received
And when you are like me, you know when to stop trying
They have strong whips
Yet day after day my little friends make the impossible trip, flying higher and higher
until they can bite the celestial morsel with their beaks
In my dreams I fly with them,
the wind kissing my cheeks
But when I wake up I am greeted by the familiar smell of dirt and concrete

So when they forced me up this morning
clanking with ease
I was relieved
I could feel a gentle breeze as I floated onto the scaffold
I smiled
looked up to the same piece of hope
I hear voices but I can't understand them
my head is already half-way up in the clouds
When the necklace is placed
I see my friends circling above
The next second the ground is far beneath my feet
And I'm flying with them,
the wind kissing my cheeks.
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