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- Feb 2015
A new found heart filled with smoke
And we have you on the shoulders
By the Apocalypse
Brutal service of the wounded

Crying lions
Marching funerals
Will turn the lights
Upon the Seer

Till all dies
When good and bad separate
With screaming blindness
And dead souls
- Feb 2015
These European dreams
And broken shells
Upon a golden fix
Accessorize the girl with one eye

And as we say goodbye
And let go of hopeless thoughts
So I say through black clouds
Adieu to the non believers

Stepping on cracks
To our insecurities
Jagged daggers
And a Theif
- Feb 2015
Flowerless crowns
Without the influence of grace
Are just among the forgotten
Unless we actually mean something

Before they fall down
And break our hearts
We need to help

We can be of that strength
It's called love
- Feb 2015
In the cop's car
By the last light
It gives the worst sight

Pull the plug
Would you like to name your faults?
When holding on
You just keep falling down

Because the ghost of you
And all the scars that
Will never
Ever
Ever

Well, just of that luck
Or unreal fate
Under our lives
Never, ever, but
Done

Moreover to true tales
Even when lies have never spoken
last sad one for awhile, at least till valentines day
- Feb 2015
Sometimes I wonder why I keep writing poems? I was reading through some that I have pre-written but not released yet, and I realized something. They were all similar, talking about pain and what not. I'm trying to change my subject of writing so it doesn't feel repeated, but I don't know.  I feel like I'm best at writing about despair.
Any thoughts?
Yup uwu Just though of this so Im just wondering what other people think
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