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River of salt Flowing endlessly Down a rocky shore To an endless black The heart clenches Pain sets in For the moment It relieves the pain For when the river Stops it’s flow The pain revives Only this time stronger Stronger and stronger The pain does grow Until unbearable The source lie still Unbroken pain Chest tightening The loss of a love The torture of mistakes Hidden away in pasts vault Lost to us as passage of time Memories vanish But the pain remains The feelings we once had The pain we once felt Rushes to us Like an endless stream Losing our way We focus on this Torturing ourselves In order to feel Rip the heart out Cast it aside Nothing works Cause the feelings don’t hide Yanking and gnawing Ripping out your soul Pain pain pain Is all that’s left behind Silence feels safest Until the thoughts arise The gentle voices calling From which they can not die Anger and frustration Easy to mask the pain Hiding behind a twisted smile Or a demented sense of humour Yet deep inside One thing holds true That slowly but surely They are rotting inside
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
Undernearth
River of salt Flowing endlessly Down a rocky shore To an endless black The heart clenches Pain sets in For the moment It relieves the pain For when the river Stops it’s flow The pain revives Only this time stronger Stronger and stronger The pain does grow Until unbearable The source lie still Unbroken pain Chest tightening The loss of a love The torture of mistakes Hidden away in pasts vault Lost to us as passage of time Memories vanish But the pain remains The feelings we once had The pain we once felt Rushes to us Like an endless stream Losing our way We focus on this Torturing ourselves In order to feel Rip the heart out Cast it aside Nothing works Cause the feelings don’t hide Yanking and gnawing Ripping out your soul Pain pain pain Is all that’s left behind Silence feels safest Until the thoughts arise The gentle voices calling From which they can not die Anger and frustration Easy to mask the pain Hiding behind a twisted smile Or a demented sense of humour Yet deep inside One thing holds true That slowly but surely They are rotting inside
#dark#vile#death#pain#suffering#lost#decay#silence
Cerasium
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Cerasium
31/M
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
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