/There is no fellow in the firmament.
              but only fire can cast down raging blood,
running through the city, flagrant
         smoke on a collonade of scepters, raised
— line by line: note the conspirator in the masses
                 Doth not Brutus brotherless kneel?/
traitorous hands, leaking red
                 /Speak hands, for me!
— from a dagger plunged deep through the heart of eruption it
                                          spills chaotical, arterial, sinful
                                      down and down ribbons of life
        crown in rotation: halted
on tumbling tyrrant, passes guiltless largesse from hand sought to
hands yet seeking, searching
[whisperings]
         "but on what grounds is usurpation justified?"/
         "what cavity yet persists in the dawn of these reds rising?"
kneeling king, sodden with loss
          bend for me —
                       Et tu, Bruté?/
screamitbloodymurdersingitholydivination
                      ­                 Then fall, Caesar.

in the absence of the sun I sit
taking note of all the *******
the dark doesn’t terrify me one bit
in the absence of the sun I sit

in the darkness of the night I cry
adding up all of my wasted time
hoping somebody was on the other side
but in the darkness of the night, I cry

in the shadows of my skin I scream
wishing my entire life was a bad dream
but upon further investigation it seems
in the shadows of my skin I scream

I'm tortured
like a rescue animal
with no visual damage

I'm that girl looking through the curtains for a wave from a neighbor,
a sign that anyone is out there to care for her

I'm here in tears
with a heavy heart
laying under a dark mask
that I only uncover in the night

In the days,
I keep the pain concealed and put a smile where the sadness should be

I feel this weight upon me,
it's pressing so hard this week
I really can't breathe

I want nothing more than to scream out my woes for someone to hear,
but there's nothing, only air that appears

Stay where you are.
Locked in arrogant infancy,
You try to scream, but you stop.
You try to cry but drop
To your knees,
Begging to the unseen.
No more.

Hail the King of Fools.
The devils laugh and scorn.
Through chains, more fears are born.
You try to scream, but you stop.
You can't breathe.
Fighting the unseen.
No more.

Enslaved by your fears,
You try to scream, but you stop.
You cry.
You beg.
You breathe.
You squeal.
No more.

Deep in slumber,
Drenched in rain.
She sleeps
Exhausted from pain.

Her heart bleeds,
Emotions enchained.
In chaos
Nothing is gained.

Burning in darkness,
Engulfed in flame.
She can't even remember
Her own name.

A sky filled with ravens,
Visions of a heinous face.
She watched
As her lover fell from grace.

She cried in sorrow,
But, it was in vain.
She woke up to realise
It was that nightmare again!









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