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Dream Fisher Dec 2019
I don't have much family that's real,
We don't need many seats to all share a meal.
I play like I'm angry at my father but honestly,
Always just disappointed he didn't want me.
That does lead to anger,
Push away everyone when I'm in danger.
That does lead to a feeling of failure,
Because all my pride, all the demons I hide
Come out from the closet,
I ask them to slow up so they play possum
But only for a moment to surprise.

I have a crumbling support system,
No one wants my issues,
So I just smile big when I'm with them.
Dismiss myself because I don't want my issues.
I burn myself out like Roy Mustang
Blind to the world lighting Lust up in flames.
Created from stone at the start
Stuck a homunculus looking for a heart.

In person, I laugh it off like a clown
In these pages, I tell all my internal sounds.
Capriccio Dec 2019
Its about all I can take
This woolly MAMMOTH
Extinction at stake

You make me SICK
which flaw will I pick

Your upturned SMILE
with sadness drawn across
for miles

Your metallic
sanguine thick SICK

You are platinum
Numb
White gold WITHERED
Dumb

Metal breaks what
Sticks and STONES
Make
Jarrod A Freeman Nov 2019
Break my spirit and clip my wings,
(I feel like falling)
Hold me down and feed me well,
Like the animal I am,
Don’t let me get up and see the worldX
KEEP ME TIED DOWN!

I am on the run, load the bullet into my gun,
I would appreciate if god can **** me and take away my pain.

Imagine not even being 16, and shot dead in a high school shooting,
(Columbine)
Imagine having your face ripped off, torn and ripped apart
(Ed Grin)
Imagine having all you lost, half your family killed by the  Holocaust

Ripped and torn at the seems,
Nothing left for me to see,
Ripped and torn and under appreciation, failing to communicate,
I am falling into the sea!

****** and doomed,
Running blind,
Possessed by the demon.
That lurks in your bedroom.
Are you okay child?
Or are you to busy being consumed!

Imagine being ripped apart,
(Apart)
Imagine being faced off!
(Faced off)
Imagine being blown apart!
(Holocaust)
Imagine being left alone and no one to save you when The possession starts.

This brings it down, to the part where I burn well, ***, drugs and rock n roll, to the devil I sold my soul!

No way, no room to run, to the end of all the kingdom comes,
To the lost of the fallen imagine being on the run, that you have to look over your shoulder every time you
Hear, someone coming!

Imagine
Not the John Lennon song, but it covers elements of sad and destruction
Jarrod A Freeman Nov 2019
My body is dead inside,
I can see darkness, but can see no light (Blinded)
My body has a soul that’s emptied,
I’m awake and trapped in a dream (please wake me)
WHAT IS THE PRICE OF LOVE,
when all I love just falls apart
(Just End me)

END ME, down like the bottle that  I drink,
END GAME, Just like the day we swore to never speak,
NOT ME, no soul is in me, that I can see, always drunk and empty.

Invocation of madness speech, Satan touch me and take away my wings (Lost salvation)
What’s the point of living forever if forever don’t exist,
My body is emptied out from all the alcohol that I drink,
Count the price of life of me and end it all.

PEOPLE, always get what they want;
NEVER, see the cup half full they just fill it up,
SEE THIS, the day Of judgment is on us,
HANDS SOAKED IN BLOOD FROM DEATH OF A SOVEREIGN.
ONE

I never had a mark of the beast,
My soul is a home and I know what’s inside of me,
Body aches and breaks of solidarity,

NO ONE, hears his words,
CAN SEE, That those don’t believe will burn,
JESUS, the one who is the son of god,
FALLEN, just like paradise lost fallen down crumbling like a falling star!

The pieces of invocation, our mind are set on survival, no one has been lost to the sight of the king, we all Turn our heads and walks away, to see the next best thing,

3.2.1 all hands are the devils playground, false prophets break us down, we all walk the path of life, some live while others die.

Invocation is and was
I came up with this idea when I was thinking about a small remote village that was about to be wiped out by a meteorite, a man saw with a vision, tried to tell people of the coming of the end but no one listens and they all die
Em Oct 2019
In Death
there are only
Machines.

Machines
made to guide the man
to a heaven
that never existed.
i woke up in between naps to write this im going to sleep again
mysa Sep 2019
the earth shifts
feet cling to ceiling
knives dance in my chest
up is down
but down is not up
silver drips off of my fingers
a sheen falling up
or was it down?

a deer is on the ceiling
or is she on the floor?
she whispers
"you cannot be what you wish to be
if you do not first wish"
the earth shifts
her coat gleams
her eyes shatter and repair
the earth collapses

she is gone

i put my fingers to my lips
all i taste is metal
Empire Aug 2019
louder.

more.

Turn it up.

Louder.

LOUDER!!!


LOU
DER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!! LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!LOUDER!!!


and the realization sets in
that no matter how loud
no matter how much noise
how chaotic the sounds
how desperate the screams
how tragic the lyrics...
                                ..            ..       ­  ... .
                                                     . . . . .           .                     ...
                                .. ...           ... . . ..      .
...

i couldn't drown out
the voices torturing me
in my mind
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