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Lena 4h
I feel the strings attached to my limbs;
Begging, pleading for me to give in.
“You’ll feel better if you give in”
They whisper in my ears, much to my chagrin.
But maybe when their judgment comes
At the hand of the one above;
I will be freed.

But there is no one above
No pretty partridge;
No savior dove
To be free would be to die
So for now I guess I’ll just sit and
Cry.

When they tug my strings
I move to their dance.
And if they force me down
I’ll kick I’ll struggle
Like a fly in their web,
And just like the spider
They’ll eat me alive
Because

With no one above,
In the gleaming temple
Lies a cold dead dove
Killed by the hands
That puppeteer my strings.

But to be free would be to die,
So again I sit here and cry.
Wooo! ******* Christianity you really hurt my self-perception and self-esteem.
Lena 1d
When you scream into the void,
Does the void scream back?
No.
But the masses will.
I've been on an activism kick, and this beauty just rolled out of my head and onto paper. Enjoy!
Lena 7d
Why do you run,
Dear?
I love you,
Please don’t fear.
I’ll take this knife
To your ribs;
Slice open your chest
Toy with your life.
If you would just love me
Maybe I’d play a bit nicer;
But right now I’ll sear your flesh
With my favorite BIC™ lighter.
My brain is just popping out banger after banger. (I may be losing it)
Lena Oct 2
Cry
Cry
Cry
Cry
See if I care.
I’m so numb now
All I can do is stare.
Stare at your face,
Cold and upset.
Why so upset?
Why
Why
Why
I don't exactly know where this poem came from, I just started typing and this is what came out.
Lena Oct 1
Congratulations.
You’re finished.
Wait here, as your light
Diminishes to a flicker;
Never again bothered by
The greed and vice of humanity.

What’s that?
You want to go back?
You sure are funny, Little one.
You forfeited your right to live among mortals
When you finished this game.
This game of life.
Found myself pondering existence this morning, and now here we are,a brand new poem for your enjoyment!
Lena Sep 30
I’ll rewrite myself
My mind,
My soul.
Anything for those
Of which I must atone.
Erasing my music,
My art,
My poems.
All to satisfy
The ones who don’t care.
My "friends" were hating on my taste in everything today and I lashed out. I wrote this poem to help me calm down.
Lena Sep 30
The thought of blood
makes my body ache,
My mind hunger,
My spirit want.

It puppeteers me in ways I had not thought possible
Drives me crazy with insatiable need
It needs,
no,
I need.
More.
I don't know what to write here, but blood yummy :p
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