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JDom Jan 2020
Is this a dream or nightmare
Dreaming for you to save me
Pull me out from this slumber
Put your hands on my chest and revive me
Sternum breaking
Resuscitation failing

These blankets feel like thorns
Pillows now rocks at the bottom of cliffs

Why do I feel so blind
I was more awake when I was dreaming

If this is a glimpse into the afterlife
My eyes are wide open
I haven’t been the same since

Put your hands deep inside me
Tell me my hearts still beating
That im not just bleeding
Bleeding out

Tell me my callused heart is normal
That we’re both the same
Use your touch to cauterize these wounds
Immolate my human form
To the voices heard beyond the void

Sever the strings that keep me from being who I’m meant to be

Is there anyone there
Answer my cries
Release me from the vastness of this madness

And with dreary eyes, my cracking spine
I’m taking back what’s mine
As I slowly watch your kingdom ******* fall

We have to adapt
Maybe I’m the only one
Unwilling to be one who just sits back in the dark, **** I'll take back what was mine
Broken reality falls down, crushing it’s weight on me, the world is my enemy am I the only one

Stuck in between; the mountains and the sea, yeah that’s where you’ll find me. At the bottom of the ocean or the top of the peak. Always positive or negative, no solace or peace

Look into my eyes, they're reflecting your fear from the past year
But don’t worry, this is not the end
No, this is not the end
Believe me or not, but this reality is not the end

Crawling to the calls beyond the grave
It’s life after this one, not the rest that I crave
My tomb is more to me than a bed
It’s a place where I may lay my weary head
Some say this place is full of dread
But I’ve always resonated more with the dead

Those who fear death are already dead
Those afraid of living will never survive
We’re all dying on the inside

I fail to cry yet I cry to feel
What a waste
What a disappointment
I’m sorry I was something you never appreciated

My soul will walk on the plane of plains
Mistakes made with regrets of my past
Counting down the days till I pass
I knew my happiness could never last
But in this new place emotions are non existent
This is what I’ve been waiting for
Given to me anew, my new existence

I listened to the voices that beckoned to me
Im finally free
To be with those on the other side of earth
This is my rebirth
Somewhere with souls like my own
A place I can finally call home
MawaLin Jan 2020
How can I wash away my sins...
when there is still dirt under my nails
from digging my own grave.
now
dear, if you saw me now,
you'd be rolling in your grave.
for: frances lefevre
Idklove Dec 2019
Burning tobacco has an unreal fragrance of tobacco leafs
maybe I'm addicted to her like cigarettes
or I'm in grief
in brief every night I smoke
to cut down my life by Six minutes
and rest in peace with your grave !
Kylee Nov 2019
I’m so tired

it’s as if I am digging
my own grave

into the ever growing bags

under my eyes

-depression
Asominate Nov 2019
I go to bed
I wake up.
Every morning, you're still sleeping.

I watch the night
I keep the day
To keep our nostrils breathing.

The lights are on
Water is flowing
The nurture and nourishment I gave...

I turn over
Every morning
You're still sleeping in your grave!
Morbidly humourous.
Isabella Howard Nov 2019
It's nearing the time when everyone died.
In October one tried
By November two more, inspired, jumped.
Both land, only one gets up.

I wonder if I'll ever show him your grave.
Did you watch us when we walked right by you?
I wonder why you were one of the few I didn't save.

It's nearing the time when everyone died
& the way you left has kept you so alive in my mind.
I've held so many dying hands
I'm sorry I wasn't there
To keep yours warm.
Maybe if I'd said things right
You'd be sitting here with me tonight.
Maybe if I wasn't too tired to stay the night
Everything would be alright.

It's nearing the time when everyone died.
I've stopped using clocks to track the time.
Remember the night we talked for hours?
Remember telling me your favorite flowers?
I thought that meant you were getting better.
That maybe you could be saved.
At least I knew what to lay on your grave.

It's nearing the time when everyone died
& for every one gone two more tried.
Lately I'm running out of people to lose.
Of everyone I know I really only like one or two.

It's nearly the time when everyone died
& once I'm out of people to call mine
How am I supposed to tell the time?
Mitch Prax Nov 2019
Every night,
I bury myself in a grave
of blankets and nightmares.
Fortunately, it’s shallow enough
to crawl out of
every morning.
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