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Grim Jun 2017
The white vibrant tear of the may bell
Filling with despair as it fell
The glisten of hope dying
Unable to reach the bonfire
Truly making the situation dire
As the tear went flying
Not my best work excuse the crudely written poem!
Grim May 2017
Dead. Everyone is dead
I walk through aimlessly only seeing death
Looking through the grove only seeing a crimson red
I lie down and cry
Just asking myself why
Edgy for the sake of being edgy
Grim Mar 2017
As beautiful as stone
Awkward and stuttered
Feeble in attempts yet deep
Preaching to me in fragile tone

Forming a dependency on me
Controlling and possessive
Cutting off my breath
Gripped by fear you cannot see

Hate me love me.
End we..
Grim Mar 2017
Plastic smile for plastic people
A smile thats bright
But when theres no more light
Broken and brittle

Revealing less then human
Just plastic
Flexible and moldable as elastic
Until broken and brittle.
Grim Jan 2017
Hope, what could it be exactly?
Something that makes us go on

The thing that makes us get up
When we fall down in dispare

Truly it gives us a lot
It dwells into our passions

Making a fire burn deep in our heart
Offering relief not only to the smart
Just something new feed back please
Grim Nov 2016
Call it a simple blind eye
Act like it never even happened
For it had to happen
Don’t consider asking

If someone asks simple lie!
As we know what we did
No one else is to know
This whole deed we’ll be masking

Now she’ll  fly
As never before my love
An angel now so beautiful...
After such of a tasking

You might ask why?
But no matter she had to **die..
Grim Oct 2016
I lure in the kindled spirits
hoping thou shall be uplifting
but I know better to fear it
will thou take a chance?

when thy destroys the kindled
making you no more then a husk
wishing we never mingled
thy creates the withered?

the broken husk...
crippled by thy honey covered word
leaving a sour musk

thy create the withered
But I am also the withered...
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