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UltraViolent Nov 2017
They're breaking out
Couldn't care enough
No matter if I shout
They're pretty tough

The true apocalypse
That no one will fix
I've made aberrations ever since 
Now I have to pay for my sins

I've made unforgivable mistakes
Enough to cause an earthquake 
Able to shake the coldest hearts
Showing them who we really are

"Surely It couldn't get worst"
But here I've become their host
You unleashed the demons
My inner demons

All goals are lost
Hopeless to survive
Deep in my soul
Infected inside 

Mayday mayday rescue me from myself
I'll be the next victim laying on the shelf
Mayday mayday, I can't escape this hell
I'm right here trapped in another realm

Trapping me with their chains
The spark has died and here I faint
Help me I can't stand the pain  
I have to go through this vain

Either set my human soul free to fly   
Or **** my demon already and let me die
When a person asks for your help, don't hesitate to lend them your hand, because you never know what they're going through. One of most noticeable mistakes in our society is greed which creates hatred, eventually breaking down our society.
shiv Oct 2017
dream me a world,
where the stars in my veins
are put to good use.
shiv Sep 2017
Do you feel real,
Without their validation?
AJ Sep 2017
You have to be strong.
Because me, I'm weak,
I've let them break me down.

You have to be wise.
Because me, I'm confused,
I've let them cloud my judgement.

You have to be loved.
Because me, I'm despised,
I've let them change who I am.

You have to be far from me.
Because me, I'm a sickness,
I've let them destroy the good in me.

I've let them turn me into something I
Don't recognize anymore.
I've become what they always wanted.
Tony Luxton Sep 2017
Guided by the stars,
a better life,
a safer life.
Their new world worth
the journey and its dangers
for their progeny.

We try to keep things as they are,
ruled by fallacies, and fears
of their strange languages,
faiths, mythologies.

Harsh voices shout with menaces,
'Send them home from whence they came
to their hollow caustic lands.
We should keep our own traditions,
Angles, Saxons, Celts and Jews.'
Maria Etre Sep 2017
My eyes blink
with every
tic
the hands
of a clock
toc
giving me
a new perspective
of
you
every... time
Laura Jul 2017
Be
I'd love to be
Me
I'd work hard
To be

If only
I
If only I
If
I
Knew

Who
What
Where
Why

One out of
Four
Will do

To be me.
I'm sorry. I seem to have some kind of word-/why-/me-diarrhea. Can't help it. You wouldn't believe the websites I found searching for the correct spelling of diarrhea by the way. In Dutch it's simply diarree.
Still a weird word. For a weird thing. So.
Xaha Jul 2017
8:30 AM on the way to school
Dad questions my existence.
How can you be sure you’re real?
And this life isn’t planned or constructed?
Who’s really in control?
Haven’t you heard – when people start looking familiar, it’s because God has run out of extras...

The scorched hills roll by in waves under the clear California sky.
Maybe none of it is real. How would you know?
Maybe you’re the subject of a tv show –
And I’m not really your dad.
And I’m just scripted to have this conversation.

If so

Then
Let them see
My fits of crazy
The ugly faces I make in the mirror
My secret tears
And ***** blood
And demented body
And twisted face
And let them know
That I am human.
After all.
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