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Xaela San Aug 2018
You can never run or hide from your greed
Twisted by your tainted hands of sins
For you are not afraid to rise your sword aimlessly

And mercy never crossed your pitiful mind
As you drown the innocent with their own anguish and blood

You have become someone your hateful soul molded
As you rise from the ashes of your once beautiful life
And destroyed the peace of the world

You have caused sufferings amongst the humankind
The world of people you once loved

Living like a demon
So much darkness
And so much numbness

You have lead your own blood lust world
I love Fantasy ♥♥ ^.^
Grief is inspiration
pain the catalyst for art.
From loss of Love
Is Born creation;
poems songs
when torn apart.  

Tears become the colors
In the painting of my life, anguish is my partner.......
writing poetry my wife.
Written a long time ago
Acina Joy Jul 2018
Darling, just breathe.
   It still hurts, but you can still feel.
That’s all there is to it.
Emmiasky Ojex Jul 2018
We’re hungry
But we lacking

We can’t even dare ask
Cos for us all, eating food is really an heinous task

Their moving out in their cars
While we, in here we are, hiding in our infectious scars

I wanna go out of here to there
But what about these ones I’ve got as friends

It’s really irking
But can I be in such a hurry?

If I have the brain to leave!
How will my younger ones live?

If I have the power to go and beg!
What about those in here, living without legs?

But then, we’re hungry
And we’ve got no one sending us daily meals

Seems I just have to make a run for it
And beg a few things for human being to eat

We all don’t have a choice but to live our time this way
For we are children of those who didn’t make good use of their young days.

©Emmiasky Ojex
Please reach out to those who need help and have nothing, will you?
kiana Jul 2018
I make my mind run infinite laps
before stepping one foot inside
the more tired it gets
the easier it is to live
thoughts don't get fed
and my eyes dry out
so no tear can come visit
staying alive has become the goal
because emotion has failed me
passions have deserted me cold and naked
against my trembling bones
holding on for dear life
****** hands gripping thin veins
legs dangling in the smog
in my heaving lungs
moments of anguish cage me
binding my feathers around my neck
until I breathe nothing but bricks
may sleep; my temporary escape
bring me solace in my chaos
and morning be gentle on me
as my dark feelings awaken
at the same time I do
AstralPotato Jul 2018
Darkness filled with malice,
Malice of killing intent;
The courage to slaughter
From anger it starts to foster

Hatred, it cries for blood
Anguish, an abominable voice
The art of death, he pondered
Will be a lovely gift to gather

Slowly, my child, slowly
Take your time, take it easy
****** isn't something to rush
Or you'll take away its lush

[The pleasure of torture;
The art of death]
Made last summer... I was just so ****** back then..  guess it was too exaggerated lol
melanie Jul 2018
Fragmented,
I stand split between here and there
watching the world as it spins around me.

I once made decisions solely based on you:
On your needs
and wants
and dreams.

Now I no longer move in any direction.
Not because my voice can't echo off tall ceilings,
But because I truly don't care if you can hear me anymore.

Sometimes the stagnant quiet is louder than anything I ever could have said
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