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someguy Oct 2018
Itches, scratches, moves under the skin,
Something deep inside me wants to be set free,
Nowhere to run from this insane obsession,
When gruesome demons are breaking from the hell within.

I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to die,
I still resist against this impulsive ****** drive,
With time, he obtains control, and all I can be thinking of is
I want to bring suffering, I want to bring fear, I want to bring the darkest abyss
I've created my own monster
                  I've built my own labyrinth
                               Believe me
                             It's not funny

                 I thought you're a sunshine
                       You're no sunshine
                      Your rays are strong
                             It burns me

                      How could I escape
                  From this place i've made
                I'm supposed to be the king
                       Ruler of everything

                      Now I am a prisoner
                  Of this freaking monster
                    I thought we're friends
                         I just thought so

                             Oh monster
                         Please let me go
                    We're strangers before
             Can we go back to that scenario?
Isaac Spencer Oct 2018
Monsters still roam these streets,
Their names written in every sunset,
Pronounced like wind whispering through barren trees,

They rake their claws through your hair,
Dripping ichor-venom,
Long, wicked and dirt-caked,

And they dip tentacles in your pockets,
Taking a cent here, a dollar there,
Bleeding you dry, starving you out,

These horrors call you ugly, lonely,
Give you poisons as glamours,
And name themselves friend,

These beasts steal into your soul,
Become closer than your heart,
And tell you who you are.
Nikos Kyriazis Oct 2018
To the summit we go amidst the wild night's storm
An avalanche is summoned where the elder stars grew
Visions of hope amongst the mighty hailstorm
I barely recall now a morning's peaceful dew

An avalanche is summoned where the elder stars grew
Our perilous journey to the dragon's gold nest
I barely recall now a morning's peaceful dew
Valorous are the ones who dared to sail northwest

Our perilous journey to the dragon's gold nest
The Gods have abandoned us, no sign of omen
Valorous are the ones who dared to sail northwest
We're determined to get back the jewels were stolen

The Gods have abandoned us, no sign of omen
With fearless hearts we reach the portals of chaos
We're determined to get back the jewels were stolen
That beast will be slayed by our axes blind pathos

With fearless hearts we reach the portals of chaos
Soon we're going to meet the thief and his firestorm
That beast will be slayed by our axes blind pathos
To the summit we go amidst the wild night's storm
The padum is a lyrical form which started in Malaysia and established in Europe by Hugo. It consists of four verses with crisscross rhyme, the second and the fourth lyric of each verse are become the first and the third of the following. The number of verses is undefined, although the fourth lyric of the last verse owes to be the same with the first lyric of the initial verse
Kathryn Irene Oct 2018
Devour

The angel called my name
So I invited her in
The demon now posses my soul

What sweet melodies
Now make me want to bleed
Bury me six feet under

My body is numb and
I've lost control
Carry me through this dark world

Let me devour you
Consume you and take your soul
What have I become?

You can't ****** it or bury it
I am unstoppable
Let me persuade you

Fight the beast
Break the human in me
Cage the monsters

Devour
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Brandon Conway Oct 2018
The devil sits at its zenith
Hell’s warmth embracing
a bead of sweat escapes
both the man and the beast
locked and circling
waiting
waiting
waiting
until one leaves alive
both man and beast
want to show their bravado
one charges
one waves and dodges
both smell death’s breath
a crimson river starts to flow
and the dance is repeated
until one sits on Charon's boat
or is pulled by death’s horses
but in this dance
both have tripped and fallen
death is overjoyed in the afternoon
Alex Oct 2018
There was something calling me when I left that night.

Something about the wind's call.

I wandered below the orange glow of the street lamps.

I wandered into the countryside.

I wandered to the cruelest mountain peaks.

The bitter cold bit my pink cheeks. A place of death had never made me feel more alive.

Something crept from the shadows. It was a horrifying, dangerous thing I could never look at head- on, for fear of turning stone. It was something no human need see. It was indefinable, indescribable, and utterly terrifying. And yet I moved towards it.

Suddenly, I was not afraid of myself.
Apporva Arya Oct 2018
He
He had ocean in his eyes,
enough to erupt my emotions
And drown me within.
Until one day,
all his Colors get faded
And I was more tears
then water.
I saw the real him.
I saw the real me,
Played by a cold heart.
Realizes,
Not every beast is a cursed king,
Some are simply Beast.
That day his real him
And future us shared a laugh.
Love is blind but I was blessed still to see through him, through us. I am not blaming him because not every person we met are destination ,some are just journey.
Eric Babsy Sep 2018
Extreme emotions have me contemplating life or death.
It would seem I have and will act like this way until my last breath.
Please someone tell me what I need to hear.
Though every time I do it seems they disappear.

Despite the fact that what I do not want to hear is not right.
I still have the future as phosphorescent and bright.
Can someone stay with me please?
Or is it again for me the nature of the beast.

Everything I try I can not release emotional pain.
My feelings run deep as an ocean and rain.
I try to self medicate.
To all that is crazy in my life, I dedicate.

Emotional pain can be dealt with.
Just go to the source; that is what you start with.
I can not back down.
No, I must not even now.

Holidays are my only release.
Again, just the nature of the beast.
Like the Mad Hater, March Hare, and the Church Mouse.
Everyday can be your escape, your way out.

Just try to release emotional pain the healthiest way you can.
We can all be friends join hand and hand.
Life should not be about stress.
It should make you relaxed and not second best.
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