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smokey basil Apr 2018
The devil lives inside your head and
causes tidal waves of evil destruction
that crash and burn into flames.

The devil creeps into your sleep,
disturbs the tortured mind,
and makes himself smile with delight.

They are certainly no sorts of a dream,
but they still manifest
in forms of painful mental images
during the seemingly muted
hours of sleep
that excruciatingly exceed
the pain of any nightmare.

One night...

I arrived in a mansion.
It had a big, dark dining room
and upstairs were the white
walls and halls.
In the corner was
my cousin, stabbed and
her tiny three-year body
hidden under a blue blanket.

they also came after me but
before I could break away,
I was shot.
and I died.
and I walked around
like a lonely ghost,
floating and
nothing hurt.

One night...

I got to the airport
and boarded the plane.
Something was wrong.
I said goodbye to
everyone and watched
the others' planes take off.

Abruptly,
they were consumed by
fire and shattered,
plunging to the ground.
Somehow, I stayed on my plane.

We took off and
the last things I saw
were your classic royal blue
sweatshirt with a
burning face above it
and the beautiful, blue sky
ahead of me.

One night...

I appeared in huge house
of crazy paths in the
middle of nowhere.
I tried so hard to leave,
but I would have been
slaughtered by the landlord.

I slowly walked around
in circles for what felt like
forever.
I couldn't get out.
Despair hungrily attacked and took over
so the only effort I chose to make
was the effort to drown myself.

One night...

We were in your bedroom, waiting.
Where were you?
Your drunk mother sat on the
ottoman in the living room,
giving us a disgusted look.

We fled to the basement
and found you playing
video games.
Your aunt sat in a chair
off to the side holding her
untended broken wrist and
abused by her sister.
You had red marks down your arms.

Then your mother
came downstairs in a rage
and your aunt flew out
the sliding door
along with all of us.


The devil makes his hushed exit
And says goodnight

Until the next time.
this is really long and was scary to write, but it was so worth it.
I feel the time in this echo
I can feel the silence
It slipped off and I let it go
It hopped over that 'FOREVER' fence.

I feel you
In every yellow passing cab
You still call this throb a beat
Rather now call it stab.

Under all this glitter
I crave for that firefly
But now its better
To believe every soothing lie .....
Paths diverged, but hearts aren't
Addie Rivers Mar 2018
There’s no way you didn’t know that what you said would upset me
Everyone keeps reminding me how long we’ve been friends
I wonder if you thought about that at all?
Has anyone said to you that what you said to me wasn’t right?
Has anyone asked you if you could have spared my feelings which were so close to the edge and all they needed was that little nudge from you?

No, probably not. They probably don’t say anything to you.
You haven’t gone back in your head over and over
Replaying everything that happened that day
Thinking about every word that came from your mouth

Well I have
Multiple times and let me tell you
You are a true friend
Because you stabbed me in the front
And in the back at the same time.
unknown Feb 2018
Death surrounds you
Everywhere you go
It’s lurking in the shadows.
Waiting for the right time.
Waiting for the right time
Waiting to punch and take your life away in a snap.
It’s planning
It’s stroking your head
Making you feel calm
While its stabbing you in the back
And you can’t seem to feel it anymore.
You close your eyes and take your last breath,
As it pulls you in a forever slumber.
Death is not scary.
Being alive is the real scare
matthew Feb 2018
soft and whispering
your words
like a stab in the chest
make me feel
alone
(about singer-songwriter Elliot Smith)
دema flutter Feb 2018
here's a map to my heart,
and here's a knife while you're at it
Cné Jan 2018
that’s just the stab
i needed
to live in reality.
Productive Sunday,
hopefully to be followed by
a productive Monday!
Motivated by a sting.
Foxy Liisu Jan 2018
****** hands .Dusty clothes
You're the one I hate the most
Stab you're it
You lift me up and slam me down
Took the words right out of my mouth
Can anyou hear me all the monsters cry the same
Can someone come and save me but it seems nobody came
Arcassin B Aug 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

Did I ever get a chance to tell you sorry after our last meeting.
I was mad at the world for a reason because they gave up on me.
Staring at a wall for two hours , talking for two hours.
no time to comfort souls and their retreat to sorrow , bet it got sour.
Despise you , you , you , you,
but you hate, me , me , me ,me,
But everything about you , you , you , you,
Is based off greed , greed , green , green,
And I don't follow.
I disowned you , you , you , too.
to hear those lies , lies , lies , lies,
when you walk the door , door , door , door,
I see no fear , fear , fear , fear,
from you anymore , more , more , more,
I feel bad for you.
Doesn't have nothing to do with me , me , me , me.

Did you ever take the time to consider what I Wanted for myself.
darkness falls , and all you got is your pride and courage without a wealth.
And now I'm angry at myself for two hours , pacing for two hours.
I need my soul comforted for some love in the next hour.

Despise you , you , you , you,
but you hate, me , me , me ,me,
But everything about you , you , you , you,
Is based off greed , greed , green , green,
And I don't follow.
I disowned you , you , you , too.
to hear those lies , lies , lies , lies,
when you walk the door , door , door , door,
I see no fear , fear , fear , fear,
from you anymore , more , more , more,
I feel bad for you.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/08/darkness-falls-3-photo-by-sidney-kirsch.html
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