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763 · Nov 2018
I Feel Empty
I feel Empty

whatever i see

there's nothing

there's a hate

and i dislike it

whatever it is

it's a humilation

and i cant get rid of it

because of bad things around me

and it was so imperfect

that i can't take it off

it sticked to my head like a glue

i have no ******* clue

what was about to happen

My Eyes have burned

like i'm in hell

Whatever i wish they die

In that Maggot-filled well
This is my very first poem that i have written in a short amount of time.
Thanks for scarring my happy self,

thanks for putting me in a lower shelf.

Thanks to you who lacks self confidence,

Oh, i'm sorry. I've never seen you so dense.

All i wanted from you was the most truthful word,

but all i had are the verbal knives that stab through my vital cord.

I've been realising that you've been tarnishing people,

Labeling yourself as god, but to them as your sheeple.

I thought you were one of the people of the light,

now i've realised you have faked the sight.

I could have defended myself from you very fast,

or maybe you should just get a brain lobotomy before your life will last.

And if you didn't really just snap yourself out of it,

you'll forever become as ignorant. That's it.
237 · Nov 2018
Can't Sleep
Flesh sealing my cold orbs,
that remain on fire still at night.
Energy yet undrained
in the late hour of the night.
What are the odds with me being up?
What reason is it for me being up?
What am i looking for?
what am i thinking of?
Was it some good deed that has to be done,
yet never notice a responsibility to take action?
is there any chance for me to go back and recheck
or was it too late for me to look for a solution?
my eyes then froze open as the sun comes out,
thinking about how i even managed to survive the death's time.
As i lay down still until 11 am,
i asked myself "will my smile forever shine?"
I keep swallowing the wretched air of stress and insanity.
I keep clinging onto the somber dance of nothing.
I keep lacing my own skin with loneliness and punity.
I keep holding on the thoughts of everyday, i feel disgusting
Forfeit mere beside my bed,
i still froze to this dawning haze.
I see grey mist in front of my eyes,
dismissing the wish of this very last day.

— The End —