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  May 2018 Victoria Marks
Sydney Gretha
tell me about your twisted side
take me inside your web of lies
soak me in bleach just to prove,
that i would do anything for you
tell me you wish I were dead
then throw dishes at my head

show me how broken you are,
on our first date we'll be comparing scars
show me the names you chose for every star
then we'll fill our lungs with toxic tar
tell me you're close to finding God
but you spend your days high on drugs, for you are flawed

Let me indulge in your bad habits
I'll show you all that my mind inhabits
Confess your desire to jump off the highest towers
And these confessions I will devour

take me into your darkest hour
let's listen to 90's rock while we strum guitar
strung out and on the verge of psychosis
we're both washed out
caught in each other's hypnosis

not sure who's the predator and who's the prey
but i love you more every day
if I'm crazy and you're crazy too
nothing can be real between me and you

so we hold onto the sadness and shouting
knowing without it we'd be drowning
but there's no passion stronger than between us two
and the most lonely peaks have the highest views

our music comes from broken souls
and our love, to our sadness has formed a mold ;
unable to survive or thrive alone.
if the joker had a type maybe I'd be someone he liked
  May 2018 Victoria Marks
Ronja
I hate conversations.

Not because I hate people
and not because I do not want to share my affairs with other ones.
But because of their reactions.
I cannot control them.

It is emotional torture.

When you do not know what  to reply.
When you do not know how much to reveal.
When you just do not know how to react.
And when you do not have enough time to think of it.
When they expect you to answere.

To say something that perfectly fits.
To say something they need and desire to hear.


I hate conversations.

But way much more,
I hate the silence.
The silence filled with ignorance
about our thoughts,
about our feelings,
about our issues,
about us.

I hate conversations.
But at last
I think they are the only path that works.
  May 2018 Victoria Marks
Jackson
Maybe the world isn’t what you think
Maybe the world isn’t so black and white
Maybe what you think is right really isn’t
Maybe there are grey areas that you can’t even comprehend

You kept me from things to keep me safe
But you can’t keep me from my mind
Such a wondrous place
But can be just as deadly as snake venom to blood
You kept me from my fears so I would never face them
Or at least what you thought were my fears
You kept me from your fears
But you didn’t realise my greatest fear was right in front of you
My greatest fear was you
Victoria Marks Mar 2018
Nothing lasts forever, Nothing but time.
Everything dies eventually, everything but silence.
Victoria Marks Mar 2018
Like a porcelain doll,
She shatters,
Her soul crumbles into tiny specks,
Her being fades into nothingness,
And she no longer exists.

— The End —