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TheWitherChannel Sep 2019
Remember the sunrise
The reflections
Your laugh as they danced
On the mirrors

With your eyes closed
And a faint smile
You slept
As I froze time with a flash

It’s hard now
That your body is dust
To take stills of you

Remember the sunrise
The smiles
And the sound of you breathing
Which I miss the most now

(2017)
David Hasselblad Aug 2019
Eaten Alive by Nothing

Surrounded yet alone,
Wasteland of desperation and despair,
Reaping rotting fruit, bloats, gnats, flyblown,
Longing, loneliness is never fair,

Lanterns and candle light to keep you warm,
Dancing shadows morph to devils,
Slitting despair bleeding, breeding ticks that swarm,
They feed and breed into hungry weevils,

Burrowing through chest to feed on carrion of rotting heart,
Also feeding on air from lung,
Heart along in solitude from ventricles shredded apart,
Alienating through truth, be still my lashing tongue,

Friends are always around,
Right until you need,
A lost letter of emotion sent outbound,
Lost but never found, devils take the lead,

Numb, in slowly boiling water like a frog,
Past scars of trauma a curse,
Can only feel so much before a clog,
Until you become cold, psychotic, or worse.

Break out the old smokescreen mask,
Smoke, laugh and smile,
Survivals your only task,
Foot in front of foot until your first mile,

Decaying down to skin and bone,
Each mile a greater distance,
Always harder when you’re alone,
Exhausted, running from the devils persistence,

Until a day you want to be alone
Quarantining spread this plagues fate of hate,
Feeling like happiness is just a loan,
Someone finally listens, too little, too late,

You hug your dark cloud,
With a thirst water doesn’t sate,
Ears covered, anxiety so, so loud,
Take a shot, a smoke, anything to placate,

An infested body no one wants close,
Insect army of traumas and abuses,
Each growing into a lethal dose,
At least for now, I still have my uses,
Sidara Jul 2019
I fake a smile every day
To not show my decay
I always trick their minds
To make them think I'm alright

But alright is not how I feel
Being ok shakes my heart and head
Im tired, bored and uninterested
Of this world and its endless ****

Poor those who buy the lie
I cant tell them otherwise
And when they look me in the eye
I cant tell them that I wanna die

Don't wanna keep faking
Don't wanna keep fighting
The tunnel is long and dark
I just dont wanna keep up
Sidara Jul 2019
Always in the dark side where tears pour down and pain cuts deeps in my soul
Trying to figure out why  solitude is my only company and my only love
Darkness lurks in the shadows of my mind and laughs at the ******* mask
That which covers my self inflected wounds so nobody has to ask

Always in the edge fooling myself I won't fall
But my curiosity keeps me there waiting for my real friend to make the call
I'm waiting for it because everything about me is wrong
Even my smile and happy face hides that I am really not strong
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Once upon a time
I was sweet, soft and bright
Now I am dry, hard and dark
When did I stop looking at the sky,
chasing the warm sensuality
and start slouching to the ground.

Hue and texture are no longer the same,
my thorns have been magnified
with the petals of my love
crumbled and withered away.
I am no longer the same.
cleann98 Jul 2019
make your grave
the lap on my thighs...

your open casket coffin
calls for the nip of your
soft rotting flesh
on its skin

if i have to hold you
while fleeting, decaying
losing yourself alive...

i'd rather be mother death
forever still watching over you.
S E N D    M O A R    G A S O L I N E
i need much edge.

thanks i guess.
Nigdaw Jul 2019
They are still here
recorded in peeling paint
cracked plaster and bare floors
as though only just left, momentarily
a life suspended

nature has forgotten the boundaries
where once walls protected
creepers, moss and mould
add their colour to the decor
lit by the same sun, life here

continues behind a veil
pictures still adorn the walls
faces of our fallen heroes
blindly stare as a photographer
records the passing of an era.
Acina Joy Jul 2019
Bravery is swallowing iron, belly pooling with lava, as I face towards the horizon. Death croons and taunts, offering their hand, and I give no response.

"There is time for that, but not now. Not yet."

I watch the horizon grow, before I feel Death's icy hands on my neck.
Strange
Emma Jun 2019
You loved her less, for whatever reason—
Your brilliant redemption, your glowing new start—
And it made you realise
You were just the same.
That decay you thought she’d burned away
Had just been waiting in the wings
And in the moment you loved her less,
Her illusive light fading,
Your soul began to rot again.
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