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by Ryan P. Kinney We fought, we thought. We lived, we loved. Anger/stupidity Cold numb void Unthinking, emotionless machine I thought about you And it made me cry You wear a blissful grin Like angels falling My ancient wall of flowers I see it in the darkness of your eyes You got high on my experiences Took my stories into your body You loved it Her shriek of terror, screaming I’m worthless How could I do this to her? The tears stream The blood flows from my **** Diluted with stale coffee and ****** cigarettes The heartbreaks, the beatings, The suicidal thoughts I made you paranoid, cynical, and distrusting I wished you could be near me I cursed the world, I wished everything could be wonderful No interferences A cold gruesome memory I don’t deserve her Skin still embedded in glass I see my twisted reflection The monster I’ve become I sealed my fate Inside life's last chapter, a book so elegantly bound No matter how you try to purge You’ll never be rid of this poison The world blinds, confuses, and muffles My heart is often bound and gagged So much like you I went out to the bridge Clutching my Bible Never even opened it And a letter from you, Plunged into the river, Still crying No one was there No angels to care Just die… We lied
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Caterpillar
by Ryan P. Kinney We fought, we thought. We lived, we loved. Anger/stupidity Cold numb void Unthinking, emotionless machine I thought about you And it made me cry You wear a blissful grin Like angels falling My ancient wall of flowers I see it in the darkness of your eyes You got high on my experiences Took my stories into your body You loved it Her shriek of terror, screaming I’m worthless How could I do this to her? The tears stream The blood flows from my **** Diluted with stale coffee and ****** cigarettes The heartbreaks, the beatings, The suicidal thoughts I made you paranoid, cynical, and distrusting I wished you could be near me I cursed the world, I wished everything could be wonderful No interferences A cold gruesome memory I don’t deserve her Skin still embedded in glass I see my twisted reflection The monster I’ve become I sealed my fate Inside life's last chapter, a book so elegantly bound No matter how you try to purge You’ll never be rid of this poison The world blinds, confuses, and muffles My heart is often bound and gagged So much like you I went out to the bridge Clutching my Bible Never even opened it And a letter from you, Plunged into the river, Still crying No one was there No angels to care Just die… We lied
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Dec 19, 2015
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