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Midnight Mirror

Show me eternity

as you begin your torture with me

the beginning has no ending

it's all too painful to count

with each cut and stab

the blood drips drips down my flesh

as I grow colder

weaker and numb

I can only look at my life

all the times I was happy

it wasn't worth being sad

yet I had to ruin what happiness I had

never letting it remain

scaring myself away

I am at home in misery

pushing in all the hatred and indifference

keeping myself alive in the heart of night

surviving from the luster of hellish nightmares

learning to survive closing my eyes

what happiness came when it all went away

when I could feel the warmth from the light of day

those moments are screaming to get out again

still alive in me

caged in by all the cynical memories

nothing ever lasts

it's not meant to be

I'm just a page in a book that always gets erased

use me for a different story and laugh at my anguish

when things get better

I have so much to hold together

before it all falls apart

I can live with a unhappiness forever

expecting a broken heart

but sometimes I remember I know better

and maybe it's all just for the sake of art

and it's all just a joke

I don't want people know

how I really am

as they often sabotage my dreams and ridicule my beliefs

I don't have to be gay or have psychological disorders

to face the oppression I deal with every day

the worst judge in my life is myself

I'm too different in my own mind to belong

the silence is what kills me in the end

the comfortable discomfort I know so well

bleeding out of me by the second

the nectar of animistic life

leaving me empty as I have often felt

now it will all dry on the ground

with my last breath I will hold it for as long as I can

to drag out the misery for one last thought of gratitude

as I look at my killer

"Thanks for thinking about me"

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andrew-owens
American
Published
May 15, 2013
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