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mads Jun 2012
A vile taste, they spat words at you,
They thought nothing but a joke of you,
But I saw it, I saw you for you,
I loved you for they way you'd smile,
The way your hair tangled, and your past,
If only everyone had the eyes of mine,
So they'd see beauty in people's flaws,
If only everyone had the eyes of mine,
They wouldn't have spat at you so violently.

And I swear, I shouldn't have been
The first to see you swing,
I shouldn't have rushed to bring you the chair,
Your spirit wasn't there anymore,
And when I cut you down,
I couldn't inflate your ******* lungs,
Why did I have to be the one?
It's all their fault, they needed to see you like this,
They needed to see the red beauty dripping from your lips.

From that day, May the 5th,
Not once, did your family ever speak ill of you,
Always cried and said they missed your heart,
On that day, May the 5th,
So many lies erupted, that they didn't need dirt to bury you,
In the first place, you shouldn't have been the one to die,
And they should have never told you to take your own life,
Too many times, you'd run away to me,
And I'd see the damage of the words they'd speak.
Today, I almost convinced myself that I could/ would no longer write... some strange thoughts have been winding their way through my head lately. Enjoy.
mads Jun 2012
There is no escape from the metal that fills the rooms
and taunts you in your sleep, whispering your name, waiting,
such a silly game it plays, a winning prize not much of a reward,
it is blood and close encounters with death
that keeps you dealing cards, just to see what one's next,
a yearning that drills your brain like a thunderous migrain
and yet, you still manage to sleep all day,
Ghosts are tired of bashing down your bathroom door,
you know painkillers won't stop it anymore,
they're real and only you can see them now,
I heard they're trying to put your body underground.
I should probably sleep more.
mads Jun 2012
The smoke from all the bridges we burnt, 
Pollute and burn our lungs, 
We'll run on empty hearts,
And rotting legs, 
This isn't the worst it could have come to, 
Ashes gather in our hair, 
Heavy winds picked it up, 
It travels with us now, 
Our past, has become us, 
Destruction, our past is destruction
it has become us, 
And now we fall, down rabbit holes, 
Onto rotting corpses, 
Into the arms of forgotten evil, 
Blinded by the smoke of the comforting drugs, 
And we breathe blood. 
This is us. 
We are destruction.
mads Jun 2012
Stealing innocence from a thousand children,
we watch them bleed *****,
we know this is the end of the beautiful era,
where the only monsters that existed,
were in our closets,
imagination flowed through every vein,
kids could play on streets without a fear,
and they were all friends,
this is the beginning of something horrible, unimaginable,
this is the age of paedophiles,
eating disorder increases,
gun wars, ***, technology, drugs and knife fights,
too many of today's kids are being ****** into,
these blood splattered, ***** streets,
and we can't fight this movement.
mads Jun 2012
"I'll never let any evil mother ******* take you from me."*
Your arms like chains, I don't know if they're choking me
or if I'm just scared again, your eyes smother me,
but you taste so sweet, you can't love what is dangerous
and that is me, I break things and make people bleed
for all the wrong reasons, selfish reasons I don't understand,
but hey, take my hand and lead me to the watering hole
I'm nothing but a fragile ticking time bomb
waiting to explode in your arms,
I can't make another man die.
The rope you've been swinging from all your life
has held out brilliantly, 'til this little ***** walked in
and you can't see it yet, but there's an evil glimmer in my eye
and I suppose I am the evil thing trying to take me from you.
baby, I'll just **** you in more ways than you ever thought.
Eh.
mads Jun 2012
Twisted, dizzy and drunk as ****,  
lust took her hand, throwing her at you,
she's sorry for all the things she said,
she never meant a word,
she never meant anything,
she just needed to be wanted,
cheap wine and stolen beer,
feeding the beast,
and the vile bubbly taste,
knew she was gonna break your heart,  
A strangers lounge and a boy way too old,
a perfect mix for the best horrific memories,
if she drank anymore, I'm sure she would have,
taken your heart and ate it,
because she's a alcoholic beast,
tormenting male hearts.
Fever infested thoughts, enjoy the product of my illness.
mads Jun 2012
We always knew I'd be the one to drown,
How I was surrounded by confident people
Never really made sense to me, when I was so
vunerable and selfconcious.

I never quite understood how I always knew
that the water would be the only one to take me
and the only thing I ever learnt to respect.

They always said drowning was peaceful,
But it always seemed a myth
Until the seabed caught me, and ****** away my fears,
fears of the future, the past, the truth and life.

And all the burning suddenly stopped,
like the water knew how to put out the fire in my lungs,
The voices in my head, floated away
and the scars seemed to vanish in the salt.

"Death is just another adventure..."
They were right.
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