In the daily quarrel When words fall upon ****** and deaf ears Repetition is agitating Boiling beneath the flesh Festering like a toxin of lingering potency Snaking its way into the corners of the mind Push it down, cast it away Do not allow the flames to become you
Gripping tightly Perhaps too much so As it snaps beneath the pressure Only a fraction made visible The rest to be silenced Only audible for one mind Screaming and thrashing Just beneath the surface
Stain the paper Clutch the fragments Dispose of the now useless thing Punishment surely to ensue For breaking things isn’t the answer they like
Purse your lips Bite your tongue Until it bleeds
Clench your fists Knuckles white Ding your nails into your palms
Walk away Hold the chaos at bay Pull the chain For fighting would only be in vain Causing nothing put pain None, of which, for the enemy
Seething in a soundless cage Is the inextinguishable rage Fed in every passing day Relentless, and you know what they say; There is no rest for the wicked
Push me far enough And I will not hold back Break me enough And I will become the monster you made me Uncaged, unleashed My tongue dripping acidic poison My eyes visions of flames My arms stained with well-worn lies My hands red with “discipline” My feet tired from running My hair wild and untamed as a storm cloud My clothes holding me tighter than a withheld breath My will stronger than the iron fist wielded upon me
Let me go Let me walk away Before I let it all go The raging fire I hold at bay.
I’m waiting patiently to wake up a living nightmare where I’m always stuck, this thing called life that I have no desire for, there’s a million exits but only one opened door.
So I raised my happinesses tolerance now referred to only in the past tense. Two sides and two faces; who decides which is best? I just don’t know which one I recognize less.
My only saviour has been running late but I promised that I would always wait. She says I’m acting too stupid when she knows that I’m smart, it’s these little contradictions that rip all apart.
I’m trying on all shades of purple and white, I’ve gotten bored of only blue and red each night. Why say so long when we can just say goodbye, all that’s right is wrong and we feed truth a lie, that’s the similarities and differences of you and I.
“Two; no more, no less. One to embody the power, the other to crave it.”
From a monstrous storm A monster is born With monstrous horns In a monstrous form
The genesis Of my nemesis Who venom spits Left me with A hefty myth Of demonic gifts Through which to sift In that dark abyss I found I missed A beautiful kiss To unclench my fist
I give monsters a wide berth As wide as the Earth To avoid all the hurt Of being buried in dirt Once I learn my worth To them is the worst
Through the monstrous night It takes a monster to fight Against this monstrous plight When the monsters have might
Don’t tell me I’m fine Or tomorrow’s a new day Just say never mind And send me on my way Into the world of grey Through which I wade
My inevitable metamorphosis Put me on negative courses swift Now I can’t abort this So my phone cordless Provides a rather short list So when I try to import bliss I receive misery’s scorched kiss In the form of crippling loneliness
I see the end of times From severed ties And clever crimes In my never mind I forever climb While I’m left behind
In this monstrous land I become a monstrous man Because of the monstrous sand Falling from this monster’s hand
Crashed last night, When tried flying high. Was dreaming of skies, When stuck in lies. Getting lost within, In the echo of noise, of the monstrous mind. Sometimes ruling over, sometimes surrendering to the battles within, A warrior just trying to survive.
They say it right "The darkest of night get ended with brightest of sunshine," No matter how many of my dreams remain unfulfilled ,i will keep dreaming new and keep fulfilling them...
You cannot create a monster and then condemn it hate its ugly features it’s terrible gait You cannot be afraid to look into it’s cold eyes touch it’s rough skin or feel it’s hot breath You must face the consequences
Because when I look into the mirror I do not see myself but all of what you’ve made me I see pale skin and bruised lips and bloodied knuckles and a demonish grin I see a monster ready to do monstrous things.”
Made, Made, Made, We are made into what we are. We are made Into monsters, Into dreamers; Believers. We make ourselves; Make each other. We make our kingdoms and our own personal Hells. We are the queens of our realms And the kings and princes We are the villains The rabble-rousers The Revolutionaries. We are the killers Of our enemies Of our own Of the land. We are made into what we are And oftentimes, It is not our fault.