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Should we just die?
But why?
We’ve wandered far and wide—
Through bustling streets,
And eerie ones too.
Vibrant places,
So fun,
Our happy home,
Now a crying home.
It was joyous while it lasted—
Lively school,
But it teased our death.
Our dreams aren’t here.

Did you forget
That we’re alright?
You love to lie—
It’s not what your mom taught you;
It’s you!
Life taught us,
Stole from us, gave us.
Life is rich,
Life is poor,
Life is my friend,
My only foe.
Who handed me
This rope?

You're greedy, right?
Hoarding life—
Left and right,
Far and wide.
You can do it.
See that light?
It’s too far—
Too hard.
Alone,
I’m scared,
Help me!
It’s all in your head.
You’re alive, you’re fine.
Just keep going,
You’ll get there—
I am here.


But it’s too dark,
I can’t see.
Too cold,
No warmth.
Too silent,
I can’t hear.
I’m sad,
But I want to smile.
Alone,
But I need a friend.
Dying inside,
But I want to live.
You see? You’re fine.
Because you tell a lie
All the time,
So you’ll be fine.

Who are you anyway?
The one who mocks—
Talk, stalk.
My foe,
My friend,
Lies,
Truth,
Life,
Death?
Who are you?
You’re in my head.
Get away!
See this rope?
I’ll be hanging around...
I smile,
And I wave,
My goodbye.

Wait!
You’ll leave me alone?
I’m your only friend,
Your sanity,
Depravity,
Hope,
Despair.
I am you,
My lovely child—
It's too early
For you to die.

We’ve come far and wide—
There’s more to steal from life,
The one who stole our love
And our hope.
Let’s keep lying.
You long for the truth, right?
That we’re not alone,
We are loved,
We are cherished,
We matter.
So keep running!
The light is too far,
But we hate the dark anyway—
Let’s keep lying,
Dying,
Reliving,
Living,
Dreaming,
Chasing
The light,
To steal back my hope
And hear
Our cherished truth.
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-Klausyuer The ****** Poet

It was so long ago
When I last felt your embrace;
The warmth is just
A memory, burned behind
my retinas.
A touch I once longed for
Now smolders in my mind.
Locked behind a wall of sorrow;
Maybe I’ll love like that
Again tomorrow.

I look out, to see nothing
Only shadows that refuse to speak.
I look in, to feel nothing
As if my soul forgot how to breathe.

Once, I held hope in trembling hands,
A flame that flickered in the storm.
But winds of sorrow snuffed it out,
And left me cold, without a form.

Now i drift, untethered, unsure,
As a stranger to life I knew.
Is there a path beyond this dark?
Or is my fate to just pass through?

I've made the changes, stitched the seams,
A patched up heart, but no relief.
For what is better if hope is gone?
An empty vessel that holds my grief.

The days move on, yet I remain,
A drifting form, caught in between.
I reach for light beyond the dark,
But linger where no hope is seen.

So I exist, without a dream,
No spark to guide me through the night.
I wander through the haze of time,
A fading star, devoid of light.

Will hope return, or is it lost?
A question I may never know.
But even in this endless night,
I'll keep moving, slow and low.

A towering wall stands, shadowed and high,
Guarding what little remains of my heart.
It blocks the warmth of the sunlit sky,
As I lie within, slowly falling apart.

With trembling hands, I placed these stones,
No soul beside me, no one near.
Each brick laid down as I toiled alone,
Hiding my pain, suppressing the tears.

Outside the wall is a hollow smile,
A practiced laugh for passing eyes.
But it’s been ages, a ghostly while,
Since joy was anything but a disguise.

Alone I sit within this tomb,
Afraid to let the light creep in.
For fear that love will bring my doom,
As it has to those who ventured in.

No knock resounds upon the gate,
No welcome voice to pierce the gloom.
So I sit beneath the heavy weight,
And let the sky cement my doom.

The loneliness drips like cold, black rain,
Seeping deep into this heart’s decay.
Here, within my self-made chain,
I’ll wait until the light fades away.