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Batchelor Apr 2020
With the intensity of these feelings

Feeling goosebumps up my spine

Of condensation of sensation

(you are being too ******* yourself)

<I don't think I would go anywhere without dominance>

<dominance of my thought, heart and soul>


(It's like you're not letting me in.)

<You're projecting.>


I feel what they must have felt, so long ago.

It feels like leaving hope

:   but I am left withered   :
:   choices to accept   :
:   my role in all this   :
I will always remember, even when I don't wish to.

28th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
My body's silently cooling back down

The warmest dead body I've ever had.


Yet as I fade away from you, from me


I'm beside you, in time.
"I know it's getting late."

28th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
This will come true

Pull me out of this pyre

Be my broken record

Repeating what I need to hear

Til I fall

Deep


Deep





Deep









For you.
"Help me I'm in Hell."

27th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
And if finding
That I moved

from wanting you
Needing you

To not desiring

Any of this



I deserve to be forgotten.
That's life.

27th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Through the scant scratches of pain

And the breaking of reasoning

Thus the collapse of love

Aether illuminating the aftermath's gloom


We've come to realize

Life will always find a way.
And they'll keep coming.

27th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Dancing, we go again, not unlike a carousel, spinning in place.

Memories of yesterday when you opened your eyes,

Expecting you to utter words I knew you would never speak


It's time to put this chapter to rest

The future is a white canvas


And only my will

Can leave traces on it.
I fortify myself again in my Memory Palace.

27th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Fire.

Fire everywhere again.

Only that their flames are freezing ones.

That the warmth, once emblazoned into their being,


Is long dead & gone.
Conflagration.

23rd of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
All I ever was, to find validation from others.

All that I am now , for contentment.
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

23rd of January 2018.
Cerasium Apr 2020
Things in life are never fair
No matter how much you wish it to be
You will always get hurt
By things you wish to unsee

Broken hearts
And passion that’s forgotten
It’s starting to be clear
That the world is rotten

Hiding your feelings
So others can’t know
Just how badly you hurt
And wish to go

You smile and wave
Like a happy little fool
All the while
Feeling like a tool

Being used and abused
By the ones you love
While all they do
Is push and shove

You fall down deeper
Into this bottomless well
Hoping for a light
To escape this hell

Yet the more you search
The harder it is to feel
What will truly help
Is a way to heal

To heal the heart
Refract the thoughts
Coping with the pain
Of so much loss

And yet you sit and wonder
What time will end up bringing
Will it be the perfect angel
Or a devils upbringing
Batchelor Apr 2020
Look at me, look upon my city and tremble.
We lie asleep, waiting for when the time s ripe,
In shackle's rust, in ragged breaths.

Fear the night's chilling embrace.
Arise from the dead, o great ones.

23rd of January 2018.
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