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May 2010 · 526
A Cracked Mind of Emotion
Jon May 2010
fighting for the day while fighting for your life, the world you loved is gone presenting only strife.  Your will was strong but your mind did lack, now the demon are banging on your head, making a crack.  Keep your emotions locked down tight, let no one exploit them and become your plight.  For a chance of emotion will bring you pain, for your love you had will only be pain.  The crack in your head becomes a mortals blood shed, the day you never could have fled.  Now she's laying in your arms dead body full of demons lead. You had a chance to save her, but you couldn't deal with being a savior, now its all gone because of your behavior.  Now you loathe and resent, but you know there will never be enough time to repent.  So stay upset and down, while the last comfort you have will be the cold dark ground.
May 2010 · 691
The Crumbling Mind
Jon May 2010
The words fall from his mouth like blood from a paper cut hemophiliac.  The barrier that once took years to construct within his own soul crumbles like the sands of time.  The breaking of the barrier lifts his spirits farther than heaven dares climb.  With a flash of light he bleeds like the hemophiliac and falls to the lowest pits of hell where Satan loathes himself. With broken wings trying to make flight he is left burdened on the ground like a muddy bird.
May 2010 · 633
mental disparity
Jon May 2010
I don't know why I'm always sad.  It just seems that depression makes me glad.  I love the pain and I love the sorrow but I fear of what happens tomorrow.  I seem so bright, but I just don't feel right.  I see the rhythm of life beat so slow, but I just can't keep up the though!  Falling deeper and deeper into despair, but the life I lived makes me not care.  I lived a short life, but I've felt this worlds strife.  I lived a short time and I'm no where near my prime.  But I feel so old as this world turns so cold.  We strayed away from sane, and now were a disease in our own membrane.  Were a disease, like a dog of  fleas.  I don't know where to turn, but all I know is that my soul will burn.  I turn to the sky but only to see angels die.  I scream to the lord, but only to be ignored....
May 2010 · 9.7k
Weed
Jon May 2010
As the flame hits green,
And you know what I mean,
I breath in the smoke of rapture,
And laugh, here-ever-after.
With each deep inhinhalation,
Such wonderful sensation,
My dreams and aspirations,
Come true.

- this isn't mine, it was written by my friend before he died
May 2010 · 480
Fade To Black (change)
Jon May 2010
i seem so lost, drowning under this wave of emotion. Swept away by the currents never to return. The sun beating down on me like a millions people eyes glaring rejection upon my body. This body of mine slowly giving way to the temptation of the darkness. All joy and sense of love leave, coldness sets in. The beautiful sky begins to cloud over and ash begins raining down from the heaven. The hunger inside me taking over, consuming every sense of human within me. The last tear is shed and the light vanishes, the devil laughs while the angels cry, making me drifting deeper into the sound......
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Jon May 2010
Even death can't release me, I'm already dead
Can't find a way to stop this voices in my head.
I searched for an answer but none seem to work.
Life changes my heart beats, but none to hear.
I feel empty like my body is lost of everything.
Everything in life I used to love is no more.
I feel as if im alone in the world only the darkness beside me
becoming my companion.
Until the time of my ending, the only friend I would truly have was me, and sometimes I would even hate myself.
So times have gone by days have past friends and family pass before my eyes and I can only think how powerless I am.
So I sit here in depression for many days over things that I cannot explain to anyone, and sometimes I cant even explain them to myself. So life goes on day turns into week, week into month and a month into a year, and the only thing that changes is the sadness and hatred for the world that resides in my soul.
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