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Ironatmosphere Jun 2015
Every day I live a thousand lives that aren’t mine
Stuck on the inside of fiction
I never feel the wind
Caught in a cage made of fear
Made from the thousand dreams I keep dreaming
A thousand lives that I have lived
My mind is shackles
My mind is wings
Ironatmosphere Jun 2015
The atmosphere is a cage
Keeping us all in
A confiding sphere
Trapping us on this orb
Floating through an echo-less space
A breathtakingly beautiful cosmos we will never reach
As we keep traveling infinitely
Ironatmosphere May 2015
She looked so fragile
A porcelain doll
Fragile but beautiful with protruding bones
Sadness colored her brown eyes blue
As her heart struggled to beat another beat or two
Ironatmosphere Apr 2015
My body is splayed out on the asphalt
Limbs twisted in unnatural ways
Seven floors up a window hangs open
Cracked skull
Broken bones
A little pool of red

Rewind
*What am I doing?
Ironatmosphere Mar 2015
Her skin was pale
as if she had never seen the sun or bathed in its rays.
She was starting to resemble a monster,
bones protruding like barbed wire
trapped under her lifeless skin.

For her, time had slowed down,
making her move like an old lady
at the age of fifteen

All color had been drained from her world.
Her dreams were vibrant as ever,
but at the rate she was going they would be forever just that.
Dreams.

She was wasting away,
Dangerously close to end up in a grave.
Her smile was forgotten by everyone.
by everyone but me
Ironatmosphere Mar 2015
Never leave me in a place you can find
Hang up your curtains to shield me from the sun
I am your darkest secret
You better keep me in a place you can’t find
Never find me bleached from the sun
I am your darkest secret
Don’t let me rest in your head
Bury me in the ground instead
I am your darkest secret
Don’t let me ever be found
I really don't know why I wrote this or what this even is. My fingers just started typing and I let them.
Ironatmosphere Feb 2015
. My mascara isn’t really waterproof.
. Food can’t replace happiness, no matter how hard I try to make it.
. It still smells like puke, even if it’s only been down for 10 minutes.
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