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Mercury Chap Jan 2016
Eyes silently weep, open,

But hidden by the shadows of lies,

Lies hushingly reek, rotten,

Until they get buried inside.
aviisevil Dec 2015
you are so ugly
so beautiful and pure
my rotten angel
your touch has no cure
I know I'm feeling
what I never knew before
more than a stranger
I know I love you
never been more sure
my rotten angel
I was no more
the smile you painted
in tears you pour
before I could be
you made me yours
sushiebibbi Oct 2015
i'm so sorry i'm so sorry, dear flower in my garden
you were the blooming life in this

jungle of growing souls
but i picked you up, disconnecting you

from your lovely source
you started to rot and slowly crippled


it was all my fault it was all my fault
when i picked up my beloved flower.
Mel L Oct 2015
Happy things=happy thoughts.
What does bring, rotten thoughts?
So many things, I better not, but isn't it worth a shot?
What do you say-shall I or shall I not?
Think of horrid rotten thoughts?
I just don't know anymore...
oni Oct 2015
i cannot help but feel
that i am clinging to
a corpse
after the dog has died

the flesh is
rotting
and my bed
reeks
but i cannot help
but come back
to this
every night
Gul e Dawoodi Aug 2015
Have you ever heard the sound of dreams shattering?
Have you ever heard a person silently screaming?
I know you haven't felt that way
When it all comes to an end
And you don't know where to go
It seems like a nightmare
But that's actually happening
Lost the race
Lost the game
No less than losing life
That's what happens when
And imperfect soul experiences a broken dream
Ominous Aug 2015
I want to remember
what it feels like
to see my bones
reaching the sky
while i'm stuck in
this rotten pit bottom.
aviisevil Aug 2015
as they came and broke the silence
the violence in my red heart raged
not enough blood to avenge and
quench the thirst locked and caged

more than your guilt can harbour
there are always more wars to wage
and you think it must be a dream
so you scream yourself awake

only to have birth in the mirror
a reflection perhaps more than self
words fade into the cold whisper
on the other side, as far no one can tell

only a dream you whisper again
as if monsters pity a forsaken child
counting memories to keep sane
slowly turning poisoned and vile

they break down the walls, as if
nothing had stood there all these years
if they have to take my all, so be it
I've always known more than my tears

i have struggled to wear them masks
painted black and white, grey and sorrow
one-day they'll be here to take me at last
but even now my days feel so hollow

so they say we all bleed the same
tell me, have you ever tasted blood
how can they be more than my blame
when I've never known as they have such

in every drop of ash spilled and combust
burns an ocean of dawn and dusk
in the depths where rotten flesh rusts
breeds the darkness, bones and dust

from there I will find myself again
so deep, even scars won't reach there
and the dead would heed my claim
I will feed, on ones far and dear

a few noises and then morbid silence
silver haze falling through a window
there by the stars in the sky, I see
drops of love falling as cries a widow

I've seen it all before, I have had
enough to make you mad, and trapped
I've known them talk to me, and go back
only a glimpse of hell makes you go black

they can eat me as they would like
i am more than the bones they can break
what do you do to the dog who bites
you bite that dog back than be a slave
Notes (optional)
Anto MacRuairidh Jul 2015
I traversed the solar
plexus of your lies
abseiled the craggy mid-drift
of long forgotten repentance
passing through your belly button
of hidden desires
and emerged
smelling of not-roses
from the crevice of your denials.
My surveyors report summarised thus -
(You're) **rotten through and through...
travelling trolls
Rockie Jul 2015
I'm sorry, strong little guy
For all the pain and pressure

You see, it wasn't entirely me,
Wasn't all MY fault

It was all them,
Not me

Ok, that was a slight lie,
Please forgive me

I took things slightly more seriously
Than your blood pumping could ever do

You work my veins
Until they decay

The blood rotten and thick
It drools throughout my flesh

The pressure will take its toll one day
And you will not forgive me for it
I literally have no inspiration for something I'm trying to write. So-poem :)
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