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Greyisntwell Sep 2020
Hold my hands - I want to feel
Kiss my lips--I need you here

The words I hear are the truth
The words I need to hear are the lies
Scared like a kid who needs his parents

I don't wanna die
Will you be there when I arrive?
It's a fatal mistake
That we take life for granted..

It's a fatal mistake
That we all make
And I guess I won the grand prize

These curtains are trying to fall
But I'm not ready to go...

I'll be reckless... I'll watch it burn
I'll be fatal.. I'll make my words
Ring out loud and clear...

******* to the sky
As long as I have air in my lungs
My destiny is my own...
sofia Jul 2020
sadness is hiding away from reality
sorrowful, lost
a fatal flaw
in your own story
-elixir- Jun 2020
Fatalities turned rampant,
Felonies a usual.
Voices unheard,
Victims lay fallen.
The hypocrisy unfolds,
They hide from their lies.
Affluent cocooned in bubbles,
Anguish spread in commons.
Tough we ought to be as
Time's run out

Or is it?
Karli Z Jun 2019
Words only cut skin-deep if you
Don't take anything to heart.
Heather Jun 2019
And since I’ve been there once
I can already tell you will break my heart
But I can’t stay away
Because love is magnetic
And this will only end when the poles change.
annh Mar 2019
Will you let me go? Or have you distilled my essence so completely that, unmarried of your obsession, I must remain empty of myself; stripped of sanity’s constraints?

Am I fated to revisit the conjunction of my undoing, if only to recognise my own signature in your scent, and to taste the smokey flavour of my combustible flesh upon your skin?

Is it I - desirous of an end - who have released my immeasurable craving in order to destroy us both?
‘I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.’
- Sylvia Plath
nightdew Dec 2018
you are nothing but the cause of blood on my fresh wounds.
i am nothing but the cause of your fatal demise on paper.

but you didn't just cause bleeding,
but i didn't just cause your demise on paper.

funny how things come to be, my love.
dab on that wound with alcohol
Dea Elizabeth Nov 2018
Now his name gives me chills.
What would have happened
if I'd gone home to him?
My tough man, my big man.
You're not a good enough
reason to **** myself.
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
We gaurd our hearts in daylight;
hiding from the shadows of our shattered pain

Forgetting how, when darkness falls upon us, we let our gaurd down to fatal love expections.
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