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I wear my masks to make it better
I anxiously wait as I see the three grey dots dance on my screen
I don't see the point in painting merry smiles to hide the truth
I wear the skin that makes me scream

I’m sorry that things have changed
We aren’t the human I used to know
My mind and my heart have had their exchange
And the fears that have been caught up with at last begin to show

Lying has never felt so fulfilling
I’m about to fall apart again
Monsters shouldn’t exist, now could be their time of killing
But the shadows in the corner of my mind won’t let me rest

I cut the meat and stuff the flesh
To feed the bottomless stomachs of finites
The damage done lives in my veins
It only gets worse, we can’t hope for the best

On the edge-ridden surfaces
I throw myself and is comforted by talking meat
The nation reaches its loving arms out to inflict me
But non-existent persons shouldn’t be acknowledged.

I’ll never be real enough for the talking flesh.
Marcella Kay Dec 1
I let the rain
Put out the fire
That burns
From the core
Of my heart.

The fire
Blazed my flesh
Into an eternal flames
As it burns me
Into the ground.

Rest of the fire was gone
And the rain
Flooded as it turns
Into a sea, while my ashes
Have remained.

The rain
Kept on pouring
Until my ashes
Became one
With the sea.
OpenWorldView Nov 24
At her first touch,
the flesh scattered
into ethereal fragments,
unchaining an immortal soul.
Simra Sadaf Nov 14
pardon me, my memory is blurred
do not scrutinise my every word
it was late in the night
a memory in black and white

the house was quiet
neighbourhood silent
only my mumbling could be heard
and my speech was slurred

I saw shadows drifting
my telephone began ringing
when rushed to attend the call
I do not have a telephone I recalled

peeked at the reflection in the shelf
to my horror, I saw me chasing myself
looked at myself in the mirror
saw a ghostly ghoul getting closer

ran to my bedroom and bolted the door
from all the crying, my eyes were sore
wondered if this was a dream or was I dead
I turned around to find myself lying in the bed

a one-eyed monster devoured my flesh and blood
I screamed until on the door there was a thud
petrified I hid under the bed feeling trapped
sensed a hand on my neck, my neck was snapped

I opened my eyes and I was a part of the crew
it is now time, we are coming to get you.
aubrey Nov 7
I tried once to love the moon
but he was pale with grief and his tangled grin, silent to the fireflies in my lungs.
I longed to plaster galaxies along the canvas of my flesh.
once starved by a myth,
where is the purpose?
what have i not found?
George Nov 3
It is the place where you may fall.

A place created by
theft, devastation, loss,
and by emotions so great,
it becomes, with an irony so bitter,
a gap where there is no emotion.
A gap in your heart.

The world is a crowd.
Everyday you see a billion and more hands,
they flash at you,
they wave at you,
through the bright screens you look at,
to see those worlds which are not yours.
Beautifully useless.
Like a flash of lightning,
you see so far away,
but nothing can be heard.

Only a few hands find you,
and from these few,
there are only two that know you all so well.

Something now moves.
Something is now changing.
So deep inside of you,
after all these years,
a new feeling.
someguy Oct 21
The pain awakes deep in my belly
Making me want to scream at top of my lungs,
Reap and tear the flesh off my bones,
Dragging all insides on the outside

Now that I’m lying dead and broken,
Blood, **** and liquids of my body
Fill my throat, go into my nose and into my eyes,
Making me choke on them in pre-death convulsions

And so I’m dead, I depart my sinful body,
Watching angels coming for me from above,
Reaching with their shining hands for my soul
Only demons are faster, their hands are burning fire,
And before I realize it, I’ve already been dragged into ****, chained and cursed for eternity
If only I could give her
a rocket ship, the silent balcony & a mirrored box of golden cigarettes
If only I could give her more,
Will you come out then?
Will you?

If only I could *******
her frisky eardrum, her brown eyes beneath the crest of her strange empire
If only I could give her more,
my dear heart
Will you come out then?

If only I could watch
a falcon on her wrist
If only I could challenge her ******* for a duel
If only I could wrap myself in her scarlet flesh,
my dear heart
Will you come out then?
Will you shine?
If only I could give her more...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Blade Maiden Oct 4

This ripe darkness
this mourning dream
a wrenching weakness
fit for the guillotine

An arrangement made
sheer comfort prepared
the end of fate
and, oh, how I dared

This dry paper
this cold pit
an agonising vapor
that smells of blood and spit

'Tis my mind
my wicked flesh
a soul pined
peeled off and fresh

Dressed soft tongued
I raised Cain
being shunned
silenced I remain

This dawning fright
this nightly echo
here comes the blight
light, don't let go
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