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Here I lay
Naked and clean
The vultures have come for me
They are pecking at my feet
Tearing pale flesh from my toes
And exposing my bones
The vultures have come for me
And they won't leave me alone
Abdulrhman Jan 2
TT
Much love
Much pain
Oh god
Help me
I don't have
other words
Kassandra Apr 2018
The soul can               take much more
then one would               think it could
It’s hard to make        a canyon inside
a figment imagined           for all good
Somehow mine has       broken inside,
it's crumbled and               has cracked
My imagined                 muse has gone
Her home has                  been attacked
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
LONDON IS DOWN THERE
IS ANOTHER HORRIFIC ATTACK
THE TERRORIST'S AND WOLVES
TRIED TO GIVE US A WHACK


BUT LONDON HAS INCREDIBLE STRENGTH
AND A PURE HEART AND SOUL
MANY INNOCENT LIVES WERE LOST
AND THE WORLD AGAIN COUNTS THE TOLL


THIS NEW TYPE OF VENGEANCE
WILL NOT BREAK OUR RESOLVE
EVEN THOUGH THEY KEEP COMING
OUR DEMOCRACY WON'T DISSOLVE


I KEEP COMPOSING ABOUT
THESE MOST HORRIFIC EVENTS
WHICH ALWAYS BREAKS MY HEART


BUT THE TERRORIST'S MUST KNOW
THAT AS A STRONG AND LOVING MANKIND
IT WON'T TARE US APART
ANOTHER ATTACK OUR HEARTS ARE WITH THE FAMILIES AND FRIENDS OF THE INNOCENT VICTIMS.
Lucy Jan 2017
Blood pours, it hurts my eyes
In the darkness, I cannot see
It burns the fear, but anger remains
Takes hold, I cannot control
I see your face, it's blurred red
The smell, that sweet sick smell
Of metal and tears and pain
I want to cry, but the anger I feel
Grows bigger, the darkness forms
Your heart, it's poison buried deep
Twisted and insecure, **** inside and out
If you could love, I'd try to understand
But you will always be afraid
You'll never be me, you'll never win
And neither will I, if I feel anger
My soul forever scarred, like my dreams
Thank you for showing me, how not to be.
Lost Apr 2016
Who are you to worm your way into my life?
Who are you to stick your nose into my business?
Who are you to scar me with your knife?
Who are you to laugh at my skins thinness?

Why are you so incredibly invasive?
Why are you so undeniably malicious?
Why are you so desperate to be hated?
Why are you so harshly vicious?

Who am I to be unreasonably attacked?
Who am I to be relentlessly victimized?
Who am I to have my foundation cracked?
Who am I to have to be the only one civilized?

Why am I forced to still deal with your immaturity?
Why am I still having to defend myself against your blows?
Why am I being attacked because of your insecurity?
Why am I dealing with these questions I've posed?
Oh lordy..

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