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Alahzoooom Aug 2016
Cameras watching all around
Around around, they watch you frown.
They watch you sigh they watch you cry,
When you want to die and set aside
All the things that make you sad,
All the things you think are bad.

Eyes blinking, peering down.
Down down, they watch these clowns.
They watch us scream they watch us dream
All the wisdom and hate as it enter-tweens.
When poets raise their fists in the air,
And "Please be civil", bigots declare.

These orbs, crystal clear,
The very vision we all hold dear.
When we laugh and when we cry,
When all we do is yearn to die,
The eyes lift up and make it clear,
Our struggle is the only reason we're here.
One of my first pieces.
Alahzoooom Aug 2016
Wind tore through her bones.
She could only think of home.
Looking down to ground,
Her thoughts began to drown
The sound.

Of horrible death,
The sound of terrible regret.
The crowd that wanted her best,
The rapid heaving of her breast
And yet.

She could still hear.
The sounds she could not bear.
Her heart as it began to tear
While looking at all the people there.
The fear.

Began to settle in her mind,
She had thought of this all the time.
There would be no pain if she did it right,
But the thought still gave her quite a fright.
Her fists clenched tight.

She was gone from this world,
Her mind would constantly whirl.
Of what would be when she was gone
Wondering if she was wrong.
So long.
The very piece I submitted to request an invitation.
Alahzoooom Aug 2016
I put the flame to my skin,
Just to know to feel again.
Forgive me Father, for I will sin,
Fill the glass up to it's rim.

I joke and laugh to set aside,
The truth that I just want to die.
There's no hope, no reason why,
No words to form a sound reply.

The moon and stars, the plain above,
Contains no solace, joy or love.
On this rock, we work and strive,
Knowing that we can't survive.

Dear Heavenly Father, hear our cries,
Know that we poor few have tried.
We've sinned and sinned to set aside,
The truth that we don't want to die.

— The End —