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  Jun 2015 Nikita
Love
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
  Jun 2015 Nikita
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A fire burns
Burns, burns deep in me
It is the hell I wake up to every morning
As I toss the heavy blankets away from my fevered mind
It is the hell that whispers to the cool night
As I beg the nightmares to hush down
It is the hell that envelopes me in a veil of black
As I wriggle away from the grip of depression
It is the hell that cries to the face of my shame
As I curse them back to my losing heart

Oh how it destroys me!
from the tips of my dark, stiff hair
down to my small, weak toes
Oh how it corrupts me!
Like the crown on a mortal king's head
—slow but absolute

Like the call of a savior,
The calm waters called out to me
From somewhere uncharted
From a world other than my own
Asking me to take myself into its arms
To indulge my havoc in its cure
Because that would make me whole again
Because every answer would come
In the pour of its gentle currents
Over the unchanging tides ofmy inner fight
A swift sleep in its remedy would
Drown the fires, keep them out

But I refused
I refused with all the misery
That's left in me
I refuse
Not to give it the satisfaction
But to let myself burn
Burn
Burn
Burn like the curse of Hades
Burn until my skin bleeds
And the carnal strips become rotten
Become roasted in the torrent of fiery madness

When I become one with the atmosphere
As dark, fleeting ashes in the black night
The remains of what was once frail and human
I'll remember that immense agony
The unforgiving fire
That took me back to where I come from
Nikita Jun 2015
I miss you so much
You dont have a clue
Yet, when you talk about her
Im never jealous
Im never sad
Only do I ever wish you the best
And It makes me wonder
Does that mean I really miss you?
Maybe just as a friend
But then again
If you were to chase after me
You would'nt have to run very far
Because for you
Id stop running
Even if I was running from something that terrified me the most.
What am I even doing with my life
Nikita Jun 2015
The world is slowly changing
Can you feel it?

The wind is slowly shifting
Can you hear it?

The earth is slowly turning
Can you see it?

Of course you can't
Because all you care about is yourself.
Nikita Jun 2015
If you could wrap me up in your arms every night

Then maybe
Just maybe
Everything would be alright.
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