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Isabella Howard Aug 2020
Ticking time bomb friends

Will lay themselves dead

Before you can understand

What's going through their head.


Death filled minds

With death dripping hands

Might include you

In their end of life plans.


You'll see the knife wounds

Cross hatching chests

You'll see the pills

That one day will put them to rest.


Death filled minds

With death dripping hands

Might include you

In their end of life plans.


They'll show you razors,

Knives and blood.

You'll never ask why

They'll never mention it again.

You'll excuse the rope you find

Filling up corners

You'll ignore sturdy beams

With chairs underneath them.

You won't think twice

When they ask for one bullet.

Maybe you'll be the one to put it

In ticking time bomb hands.


Death ridden minds

With death dripping hands

Might include you

In their end of life plans.


It's not your fault.

How could you have known?

You've made an art out of ignoring.

You assume the blood and gore meant

nothing.

It was just a bad night.

It's not your fault.

How could you have known?

It's not like you've lost

Every other one you've known.

It's okay.

It's really not your fault.

You can never stop

Death ridden minds

With death dripping hands.

You can never help

Your ticking time bomb

Friends.
mjad Aug 2020
Your chin rested on my head
I could tell you closed your eyes
Maybe took in the scent of my shampoo

There are days I can't stop thinking about you
b Aug 2020
i hate it here
in my head,
roaches live
inside my head
calling me
all sorts of names
wanting me
to stab my veins

i hate it here
where lays my heart
worms infested
the sinful scars
feeding into
this world of ours.
Reach into the hole in your head

          follow the trail that consciousness bled
    
     leading you down Paths never trod

               planes never Seen by the eyes of man

     unsullied by preconceptions

or illusion of plan

          the Blood flows and the trail grows

spilling over into Colorless Night.
Shaun Aug 2020
The demon is back he’s here,
he’s back and he’s deep inside,
defeated the angel who couldn’t handle the ride,
he swallows and consumes all the angels hard work,
leaving him exhausted laying in the dirt,
the darkest battles are inside our head,
and always worse when I get into bed,
I can’t stay awake but too scared to sleep,
laying awake not knowing how to speak,
the nightmares the terrors,
bed left soaking with sweat,
but the demons rise and they aren’t even wet
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Yoh Esters Aug 2020
A head empty with lies and water shallow enough to drown.
A clock never on time and a road always lost.
Isabella Aug 2020
The same song drones inside my mind
My nails digging into my head
And my eyes bleed until I’m blind
Til crying leaves me raw and dead
thoughts scatter my mind like lyrics to a dreadful tune
Twalib Mushi Jul 2020
A lot of noise
are knocking inside my head
That bitter noise
slap my hypothalamus
Am out of emotions.
  
But that better noise
Hit my cerebrum
Trying to convince me
That bitter will getting sweeter.
The head that heads responsibility

Doesn't looks for a heads up

The head that heads responsibly

Sets  the path of light

Dutifully
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