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layla 2h
I post these poems online

Not because they're good

But to keep a memoir of my thoughts

To look back on and be understood
as long as my living presence lingers on this planet my brain will be misunderstood
layla 3h
Don't become finifugal
When i meet my demise
Even if such way is brutal
There's now a numbness in my mind
My existence painfully futile
In eternal rest i shall find
The consolation I've been seeking towards
Throughout this miserable life.
i was born with misery flowing through my blood stream
layla 1d
Who i face in the mirror
Isn’t me in your eyes
When i glimpse at myself
I see a sight to despise
A wide filthy monster
Skin pasty and pale
Self-deprecation is a sure thing i’ll never fail
Cracked, bleeding lips
knotted and mangled hair
There is not much to adore
No point in taking care
I compare myself, observe
Can’t help but stare
I desire a body
You’ll genuinely love bare
if you saw me how i see myself, you’d never love me again
layla 2d
In through the nose

Straight to the brain

That chemical drip

I attempt to refrain

White of the snow

Sparkle of ice

Set it before me?

Doubt i’d think twice
cant stop thinking about how just smoking isnt cutting it again.
layla 2d
Tracing my fingers along ribbons engraved into my skin

once opened, the red vomiting sentences i could never speak from within

as well as teaching myself discipline

each line is a confession of my sins

a decade spent releasing myself this way

just to scab and sink back in.
i must of brought this upon myself huh
layla 3d
Even with the distance that parts us
My love meets no bounds
The silence between us
Fails to muffle the sounds
Of my soul aching for you
Do you hear it?
Is it loud?
Is it a gut wrenching melody?
A heart crushing beat?
The yearning will eat at me
From my brain to my feet.
My body is full of you
Though miles apart
I’ll weep your name in the night
It’s cold in the dark
I’ll spend forever searching to find you
Lord, grant me my spark.
when i thought i was gonna lose you, i prayed for the first time. i hope it was heard.
layla 6d
Aeipathy consumes me
in a state of reverie
tender is your flesh, preserved and cold
pining for me to partake in my needs.
finding pleasure in what's left of you
your spirit groans my name
even in death thy shall be whole again.
after, while you're in pieces
soon you will be one with me
reside inside my body
not one bit gone to waste
embrace my favorite parts by giving you a taste.
who am i not to indulge?
in such a wonderous thing
necro-cannibalism with my love
the most endearing sin
i need.
this is *** and i apologize

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