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Silence Screamz Oct 2014
I am different.
I am me.
Accept it or reject it.

I am not changing.
This is my life.

Turn off the TV, now.
It getting dark.
I scorn loves
and burn bridges
only to swim back
through the ashes
and freeze seas
to melt on the glass
I saw you yesterday, in the same place where you and I would talk
And I saw you today, in the hallway, looking in the opposite direction
I saw you yesterday, under the same tree where you and I would meet
And I saw you today, in the classroom, holding the hands of another guy
I saw you yesterday, in the fields where you and I would play
And I saw today, in those same fields, talking to your new group of friends
I saw myself yesterday, in the house where we would hang out after school
And I saw myself today, in the same house, with no one but my shadow to accompany me
Smiles May 2014
Death a cruel mistress
Really such a tease
My life is such a mess
I'm shaking at the knees
Will you let me rest?
Let me rest in piece?
We've met once before after my distress
And my soul you did not release
Did you consider it an act of jest
When I got my heart to cease
Its beating in my chest
Is that why you did not feast?
I don't understand but I digress
Out of all the lost souls, you desired mine the least
To Death I'm a reject. A reject at best.
Even in death I can't seem to please
Invocation Apr 2014
I'll be okay if you aren't here to hold me
I'll be just fine because my blood keeps me warm
I'll keep breathing if I can't feel your skin against mine, I promise
I'll be just fine
If you won't be mine


The world screeches to a grinding halt and my heart breaks again
Everything pulsing
Everything Pulsing
My blood throbs behind my eyes
Skewing my vision
Shaking my foundations
A scream, was that my voice?
A vibrato of pain and an all-encompassing dark shroud of guilty pain
I welcome thee

M83 and another sober night
I reach for her knife, but my hand stills. Can I stop the flow for mere moments?
A semblance of normality would cheer my little shaking soul.
I want to appear as a white beast with dark auras, not a dead thing by the wayside

Grasping my quivering hand, can you feel the hate?
Good night to my soul, I put you to sleep before I frighten you with songs of death
This night won't end... When will solar arms caress me?



This night won't end... When will solar arms caress me?

— The End —