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Waiting4TheStop Jul 2016
Sleep is the devil, sleep is such a tease. Dreams a plenty. Some leave me full of hope. The others leave me empty. 
Happy endings, fun and silliness, these little shorts of pure joy, thrilling us, we are fooled by a false sense of security. Like our emotions are a toy. With every one nightmares are close by. No! Please! So now, whenever I go to bed I only shut a single eye.
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop Aug 2015
I've been driving myself mad for years. Hearing these voices burns me with pure a panic, it sears.

I scream until I can't anymore
My unanswered pleas coming out broken and raw.

From my polluted mind I yearn to run.
I'm so very close to swallowing the barrel of my metaphorical gun.
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2015
Pain I know well.
With pain I can deal.
As the heat does radiate and the soreness does swell.
I finally begin to feel.
Yes, it has the power to bring me back but it can also make me crash and derail.
This sweet hurt will forever have me chasing my tail.
Oh such heavenly hell.
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2015
Looking for another girl to be underneath.
A frenzy of tongues and teeth.
Because I've no more self respect left to lose.
So? Care to accompany me on my **** cruise?
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2015
Frostbite you must face.
The icy cold you'll just have to embrace.

The truth hurts honey, It's cold and hard.
But you made your decision, you played your last card.
You can't just start crying now that your heart is scarred.

You're not the only one, **** it up and grow yourself a backbone.
You must now start paying for your past, for your sins you must atone.
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2015
I just allow the ink to leak.
Do you comprehend how loud silence can speak?

Let readers think and digest.
None shall win, nor will they lose.
Everyone will wear their own bruise.
This isn't a competition, herein there's no contest.
They must listen to their internal beat.
Let their conscience changed the direction of their feet.

The path is theirs to stroll.
It is only when one is at peace that they can seize control.
But until that day their demons will continue to scream and patrol.
(C) 2015
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