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Dameon Smith Jun 2015
I'm see through
Disappearing
I'm fading
Walk right through me.
In your ear I whisper threats,
I'm a ghost who hasn't died yet.

My head cradles the ******
My heart traps the guilty
My hands grasp the dead
And send them to hell.
My mouth speaks the lies
That ruin lives
And my eyes see but never tell.

Blood stains my clothes
And evil stains my hands
I smell like corpse just lean in close
Burn a candle, turn on a fan.
My lips are glued together
My body's falling apart
Don't I seem so innocent?
I just play the part.
Dameon Smith Jun 2015
How** do you judge the worth of a galaxy?
Do stars judge each other on how much they shine?
I can't quite explain the feelings I feel
Tell me, do you feel the same?
You take my breath away, just by breathing.
How you smile and laugh, so wonderfully.
Much lovelier than any poets words can express
You twirl about my life like ribbon, pretty, but hard to grasp.
Mean ing is everything
To infinity and back
Me and you are ment to be.
Dear you're everything to me.
Dameon Smith Jun 2015
I can't feel myself
Am I even really here?
I can feel myself breathing
And I know its a silly fear,
But sometimes I wonder
If i'm actually here
On earth.
Am I invisible?
Why can't people notice me?
If i'm visible
Why do people look right through me?
Is it stupid,
To fear my own existence
Or have I noticed
A flaw in my design?

I can't breath right
Is that part of your plan?
I don't feel right
Like my soul was patched together
With cloth that doesn't even fit.
Silly creator
Don't make life that doesnt want to live
I'm a detonator
Who's time is messed up.
5
4
7
10
9
8
3
2
0
...
Nothing.
No big boom
Just silent despair.
Silly creator
You forgot to give me air.
Dameon Smith May 2015
I'll tell you the truth
The truth
The truth
I'll tell you the truth
The truth
If you come here
I promise my dear
There'll be nothing left of you
Of you
Nothing left of you.
( Maybe a tooth)
Dameon Smith May 2015
Soft white daisies
Bright yellow sun
How do I tell you
All of this is done?
Dameon Smith May 2015
I'm seeing things
That aren't there
Maybe it's from lack of sleep
Or maybe cause I don't eat
Either way I can hear feet
Much to sharp to be safe
Moving closer to me.

I see shadows on the walls
I hear crying in the halls
I see a man much too tall
I hear his laughing call.
I see reflections in my phone
I hear screams when I'm alone
I see things no one knows
I hear my mothers worried tone.

FREEZE
Close my eyes
He can't see me
I'll just hide
I'm so close to being free
I just have to quiet my cries
And hope he cannot find
Me hiding here.

I hear him walking away,
I think I'm in the cle-
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