In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb—
  The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.

When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace its fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name—
  The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.

When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,
And the widow and child forsake the dead—
  The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.

For even the purest delight may pall,
And power must fail, and the pride must fall,
And the love of the dearest friends grow small—
  But the glory of the Lord is all in all.

I try to force myself to dream
With my headphones in my ears,
Waiting for my phone to ring,
So I can pretend that you're there;
And cling,
But everything eventually disappears.
Who can happily fall asleep holding air?
I hate the part of me that descends helplessly
Into emotions I want to stir,
But can never seem to reach.





I'm a monster, a creature
That crawls against the walls of the night.
A lady who feeds off of lies,
Tonguing words that don't sit right
Though they hold truth in the dark side of my eyes.

I wish you'd scrape yourself against my corneas
And squirm to the back of my mind,
To understand all I wrongly convey,
The pain; that you naysay.
If it's not here, then why do I feel this way?
Loneliness overtakes in waves throughout the day, but it doesn't exist.
I just bend and twist to look broken,
Like I need to be fixed; as you insist.
Ignore my scars and what I try to open,
Dusty drawers, that no one cares to rummage through.
I'll keep them locked, and stay hopeless
That anyone's fumbling hands will hold the key.

Leave me, unseen.

-SLuR

I'm scared of the tears

that I don't cry

The days like this

that I don't die

I'm scared of the pain

that slips my mind

It comes back harder

than what I left behind

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