burns my skin,
as hot as a blazing fire
pierce my heart
just like a sharp dagger
undress my soul,
gently and effortlessly.
wander through my mind,
at any moment and any time.
Nobody knew about my new favorite possession.
I hid my precious dagger well from everyone.
The dagger gave me a sense of pride.
A new level of confidence to please one and all.
A wicked sense of charm
that brought everyone I wanted under my spell.
I slowly slid my hand inside my jacket
to reach for my source of power.
And with calculated introspection,
I stabbed them all from behind.
Feeling a sense of exhilaration,
after each ******.
I can feel my hands soaked in sin,
but I'm too far ahead of myself to retrospect.
I'm a slave of the dagger now.
And I don't wish to be saved.
Be careful of backstabbers and deceitful people. It's hard to notice them until it's too late.
Hitting me with
Mangled pieces of old memories
right to the pit of my stomach
The energy in this room has shifted
I monitor for
And as if!
That exact moment of my awareness,
A bone of contention
lies this underlining lust
How can I trust…
Cloak and Dagger situation
Is it wrong?
As we envision
how it plays out
It's within this moment
We draw our guns to shoot
Sometimes you need to dig into the pit of your stomach to find your feelings.
Off to sleep,
They can lift
by teaching them
how to fly,
and away they shall flutter with just one wish from your heart.
Wherefore, you can bid them
I remember the time when little Timmy was getting beat up
A group of them kicked and stomped on him till he bled out
It's pretty graphic but his skull was fractured like a broken chestnut
The world is a ****** place, dog eat dog out there and little Timmy
Well he never liked it out here, he always said that this world was corrupt
This world with evil, vile, inhumane people who think they are important
If you ask me, those group of kids are no different than the government
Don't even get me started on the people who are above the government
They are **** of the earth who want nothing more than the universe
Nothing but a bunch of predators who find bliss in watching those suffer
Curators of false truths and disasters, one hand over the eye and another over a dagger soaked in the blood of the innocent
They may be worse than tyrants but they sure as hell are intelligent
I suppose that isn't true.. maybe society is blinded by their brilliance
Society, going from one place to another like hollowed-out drones
Dreams lost into the ether, living in sorrow with both hands on their iPhone
Leaving what could have been to the Unknown, milestones never reached
And nothing remarkable on their gravestone
Don't let that be you, take control of your life and chase your dreams
Become the better you, believe and keep your head held high
Your time is nigh and you will succeed.
Created by me on January 23rd, 2020
Here we are again in the moonlight
all of us dressed in a black cloak
and no sounds are heard, not even a frog's croak.
we invoke that which slumbers in the darkness
and dance along to the tune of humanity's cries
I'm getting tired of hanging with you guys
I want to leave, but I know that's unwise.
I want to apologize to those that I love
that I care for, you guys mean so much
I know you guys judge me for how I ended up
and I know I ****** up
but *******, I love you all so much.
Created by me on November 18th, 2019
Right in the feels.. never take the friends you have for granted. cherish every moment with them.
In the ray of my light
Here stay into my sight
Laid in your almighty throne
Wine over your toga we will mourn
Have you decided?
To be left unguided?
No matter what
I won't miss the cut
Dedicated for you only
Now sleep soundly
Maybe not tonight
Only I made to be right
your sword is pointed at my neck,
so go ahead and slit my throat.
you'll see no fear in my eyes when you do.
the tip of my dagger already did its job,
and soon, the poison will **** you too.
"But maybe it's more like
stealing your own dagger,
faithfully stabbing you
with a smile on my face"
Conversation. Proverbs 27:6
The ******* of a voice in one’s heart,
The soundness of longing,
Echoes of an empty love,
Oh, the noise of the thoughts in memory,
The pictured message in the painting,
Paintings of desire.
Silence be a double dagger,
But numb is the cut on love’s edges.
Why do I have a feeling,
that you have a feeling,
the one that I’m feeling?
Insecurities be shaped like a question mark,
Indecisiveness be an exclamation,
Pity be on the tears that clog the eyes.
Completed: 11th August 2018 [19:25 PM]