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I see a king standing before me.
Just look, can't you see?
I see a crowd disagree,
I see them beg and plea.
I see a king on his knee.
Only I can foresee,
perhaps he's kneeling to me?
He hands me a key,
as he sets himself free.
Maybe this is to be?

I see a king falling into a dead sea.
I see a kings soul set free.
Just look, can't you see?
The king is me.
Is failure a necessary fee?

I can see.
The one falling is me.
Just look, can't you see?
Falling into a Purging Sea?
Paying a Painful Fee?
Is this torture necessary?
Can I ever be free?
*Could it ever be?
My vision begins to fade.
All concepts of reality are gone.
The blood rushes down the blade.
I feel as if I can no longer live on.

The blood pools,
collecting on the ground.
I am now one of the ghouls.
My soul's lost, nowhere to be found.

Truly, it is painful,
knowing I'll never again feel.
No, staying would be fatal.
Leaving would be ideal.

I thought you were my angel.
Turns out, you were my guide to hell.
You were there as I fell,
You were there, ringing the bell.

My vision begins to fade.
All concepts of emotions are gone.
Why reach for the blade?
There is no more of me to harm.

I doubt you will care,
but now, I'll live my life in despair.
This poem, however violent it may seem, is more a poem of love, or rather lost love, than anything else. This is how most of my poems are actually. Hidden behind a false image of blood and death lies a symbolic meaning that usually hints to a more peaceful and happy theme.
I stood there and felt bad.
I stood there and felt like a monster.
I thought I was going Mad.
Someone had hurt me.
Someone had gave me emotions.
That some one was you.
I felt stuck in an ocean
I fell for you,
first mistake.
I listened to you,
watched you fake.
Then you made me die.
But that’s OK,
It was nothing more than a lie.
But that’s OK,
Time'll fly..
Soon I'll forget.
Ah, who am I kidding.
I believed that lie you told.
I did exactly what you wanted,
I did exactly what you said.
Didn't realize your heart was that cold.
That’s okay..
No matter what you say.
I’m alright.
No point in getting in a fight.

I'll leave.
Here, insanity is all I can achieve.
All I can do is pretend,
all I can do is Improvise.

But that’s OK because I live in lies,
I don’t know how to live otherwise.
I think it's time to cut the ties,
I think its time for me to die.
I think it's time to drop the disguise.
I think it's time to stop the lies!

Let's end this maze.
Let's go to the good old days.
Back when I wasn't alive.
Back when you where no one
Back when your reign hadn't yet begun.

Maybe someone will stop you,
maybe someone will change your view.
How many have I witnessed?
How many dead?
Does it hurt me anymore?
Is there anymore blood to pour?
Oh how I miss her,
Oh how young our hearts were.
I thought we were going to wed,
until she stopped bleeding red.
It is something I have to ignore,
please, I beg, no more.
I tried to deter,
but I couldn’t stop being with her.

I only wish I didn’t see her die,
I never said good bye.
I couldn’t stop it,
apparently it was natures Writ.
Maybe I should also,
maybe I should follow.
Then we can be together,
spending our lives in nether.
Lost my love to the unknown changes of life..
    ~Mikyle (Kris)
They walk in the light
Bouncing, skipping, and jumping along
A smile on their faces
A light shining brightly on them
Glowing brightly
Everybody is happy
Everyone
Happy
happy
happy

Everyone isn't happy.
Darkness engulfs
Starvation
******
Plague
****
War
Drugs
Death
Cancer
So many bad things
and here we are
Happy
Full of sunshine
But what about everyone else?
I can't get the voices out of my head,
they hide behind a facade of analeptic lies.
Their incoherent whispers make me wish I was dead,
and their noise seems only to rise.

There is no silence or truth,
never has there been since youth.
They promise a happy salvation,
from my arduous, caustic addiction,
if I were to follow their word.

They speak only lies,
the same in a different guise.

The sound is unbearable.
Their morbid speak of “****”,
but I don't think I'm able
to take my ghastly fill.

Their lies seem so sweet.
Perhaps its not bad.
Not bad to stop a heartbeat.
I’m not really all that mad,
like you tend to repeat.

The only one I can trust,
the one that seems unjust.
The one that speaks utter nonsense,
might be my only defense,
against this rising murdering lust.
It’ll take some time to adjust.

                                Maybe though, it’ll preserve my sanity,
                                      in this world of inhumanity.
I'm perfectly okay :P no need to get worried (if you weren't going to than ignore my ignorant comment).

'One of them has kept my pushing... With out this voice, I wouldn't be here today.'
         ~Mikyle (Kris)

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