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crybaby911 Sep 2015
His eyes are as cold as the winter breezes
I try my best to cave through but everything freezes
"Let me in!", I beg
But he's too drunk within his emotions in a bottle of keg

His walls are up again
With emotions scarred into his skin with the markings of a pen
Tears well up in his eyes
He tells me goodnight

"No! No!", I scream
But the darkness consumed him as it seemed
I too, got ****** into his darkness
Now I knew, he was my fatal nightmare chasing me in my dreams.
crybaby911 Sep 2015
It's growling at me
With its emotionless eyes
As my fears grow, it starts to see
It's growling with all its lies

Black as the devil's soul
Creating a never endless pain
A dead wicked ghoul
Stuck like an unremovable stain

It taunts and laughs wickedly
It spitted out, "You're weak just like your mother."
I spatter out bitterly
But it doesn't seem to bother

Bickering, bickering for who's right
The lies connected my fate
No longer do I see the light
I'm no longer in the zone, going mentally insane

"Let me out!," I shrieked
But it smiled and escaped
I'm no longer within the breach
I'm all caged.
crybaby911 Sep 2015
We're all admitted into this disease
Lost within our minds
Suffering our endless pleas
It's an infection in mankind

Inevitable like death
A plague in our hearts
It's our killer yet our friend
A catastrophe written from the start.
crybaby911 Sep 2015
She is a chaotic mess
Who is a genius yet makes no complete sense
She is weak but willing to fight the war
She constantly asks herself, "How long and how far?"
How long until the storm ends?
When will her thoughts finally be her friend?
Because inside, it's a monstrosity and it's killing her with curiousity
Consumed in her chaos, in her little paradox.
crybaby911 Sep 2015
Life itself, is a crestfallen beauty
A paradoxical melancholy
A chaotic mess
In our self altitude
An oxymoron
A self destruction for human kind
crybaby911 Sep 2015
I am that quiet girl
Who's absorbed in her thoughts
Self destructed in her twirls and whirls
Hanging in her knots

Everybody assumes she's fine
That she's content
It will all tell in time
When she loses her mind; peculiarity bent. ♭
crybaby911 Sep 2015
"Don't look into the deep aspects of my mind.
You'll shiver from all my mental crimes. "
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