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Asominate May 2020
Guilty

I point
And three fingers
Pointing back at me

Memories
Not forgotten
Even though I plea

The knives,
They are calling
Yet I still don't bleed

No point in my destruction
Since I cannot feed them

Sharp blades
Evade
My self destruction

Afraid
To pay
For loss of function

Every
New day
Is a new problem

Cut me off
(Save me!)

I'm coming out
I'm caving in
Tell me do you like me now
Let me begin

By burning all the cradles
Uninstall the training wheels
Enstrangement's just a label
And I don't give feels

(I cut me off
I shut you out
I'm caving in
Do you like me now?

Not good enough
I've never been
Disconnection
I'm the alien)
πŸ‘½ nation.
Asominate May 2020
Existence feels futile
But what are my feelings?
Wearing a mask of a smile
Death is so appealing

Reality's shattered
Shattered in delusions
My life's a confusion
Of mismatched solutions
Tangerine Oct 2014
𝐼 π“Œπ‘œπ“ƒπ’Ήπ‘’π“‡ π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ 𝒾𝓉 π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒,
π’»π‘œπ“‡ π“‰π’½π‘’π“ˆπ‘’ π“ˆπ’½π’Άπ’Έπ“€π“π‘’π“ˆ π“‰π‘œ 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒢𝓀.
πΉπ‘œπ“‡ π“‚π“Ž 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒢𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 π“‰π‘œ π“ˆπ“‰π‘œπ“…,
𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“‚π“Ž 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 π“‰π‘œ π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“‡π“‰.

𝐼'𝓂 π“Œπ’Ύπ“ˆπ’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‚π“Ž 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 π’Άπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž,
π’½π‘œπ“Œ 𝐼 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ π“‰π‘œ π’Ήπ‘œ π“ˆπ‘œπ“‚π‘’π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‰π‘œπ’Ήπ’Άπ“Ž,
π΅π“Šπ“‰ π‘œπ’½ π’½π‘œπ“Œ π‘’π’Άπ“ˆπ“Ž π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’Ύπ“ˆ,
π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”, π’Ήπ‘’π“ˆπ“…π‘’π“‡π’Άπ“‰π‘’π“π“Ž 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒯𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“ˆπ‘œπ“‚π‘’π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’ π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ π’Έπ‘œπ“‚π‘’ π“ˆπ’Άπ“‹π‘’ 𝓂𝑒,
𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓂𝑒 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓂𝑒,
π’»π“‡π‘œπ“‚ π“‚π“Žπ“ˆπ‘’π“π’»,
𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘’π“ˆπ’Έπ’Άπ“…π’Άπ’·π“π‘’ π“‡π‘’π’Άπ“π’Ύπ“‰π“Ž,
𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒢𝓉𝑒𝒹 π“‰π‘œ π“ˆπ“Šπ’Ύπ“‰ 𝓂𝑒.
Alex Apr 2020
Sometimes I think I am alone
And I don't know where to go
Sometimes I wonder why I feel
So utterly inhuman

The things that I remember doing
That I could not possibly have done
Though I have hurt a lot of people
I also remember killing one

My name was Ire, I was transformed
He screamed, but still I struck him down
My hands, they trembled, then I was gone
I was a murderous hellhound

The next morning I awoke
And fear was struck in all of them
I wonder what I actually did
I wonder where my victim went
Aaron Gubang Mar 2020
Killing the truth for religion
Can destroy our beloved region
It's time to stop this fake religion
And let's all ease the pain

Someone make all the truth rain
It's now our time to cut
The rest of this fake sincerity
For the sake of humanity

They promised to unite all nations
But all it did was to create divisions
Is this part of their vision
to spread delusions?
Ayn Feb 2020
A push back to reality,
A play full of comity,
And a couple of songs,
Brought end to the calamity.

Still in disarray,
My body will pay
For tricking me
In such an awful way.

Where I might go?
I do not know,
But I feel that I’ll start to
Follow my blood’s flow.
Two different existences
That were not the same person,
But I thought of them as one.
How foolish of me.
Willow Branche Jan 2020
Into madness, fall from sadness,
Struggle just to be.
Is this illusion just a delusion?
This pain envelopes me.
My mind is tangled, heart is strangled,
My demons follow close.
Help me escape, wrapped in red tape,
You’re the demon that haunts me the most.
Leave my skin red and raw,
The scars, they never fade.
Always bleeding, always seething,
Shadows follow night and day.
The figures watch my every move,
Whispers flood my ears.
β€œI can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim”,
And they know my darkest fears.
The pills are supposed to heal my soul,
So I choke all of them down.
But the bugs still crawl under my skin,
Yet when I look they can’t be found.
I pull at my hair, checking if there
Is some proof that I am sane,
But ****** fingers always tell me,
The problem is in my brain.
Grey Dec 2019
It’s your fault.
Three soft sounds, and yet I cower behind my delusions as they make themselves heard.
It’s your fault.
The words crash around my mind, shattering the translucent lies keeping me sane.
It’s your fault.
They tear through my life, upending my dreams and hollowing out my soul.
It’s your fault.
After enduring so much, all it took were three simple words to break me.
Even if someone drills those words into your mind again and again, don't give up. Stay strong. You didn't do anything wrong. Remember that.
Elena Nov 2019
A halo of envy
Steamed a green fog
Upon her dreamy sky
The faint shape of him
Unveiled her heart
And she shivered
With a chill of denial
But hope was a’gliding
And a’rising at Dawn
and He, so humble to beauty,
Was flowering notes
And willed solace afloat
This crystalline sky,
Fuming boldly.
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