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Amanda 1d
Can you accept me for who I am?
See the value my heart still holds?
Will you pick it up off the ground where it rests
Horrifyingly bruised and treat it like gold?

Is redemption too great of a gift to demand?
Ask myself is it too late?
If this love is still worth fighting for
Why are we also filled with hate?

Or are we just frustrated
After investing so much
Only to witness all our efforts
Still not be good enough?

A couple once envied by dozens
Now pitied by those we know
If we had before not been up so high
Would the low still feel this low?

Which am I addicted to more?
The rush from drugs or the scent of your skin?
Why do I have to make that decision?
There's no option where we both win

Where will the criticism stop?
When will it change to compromise?
Can we save our relationship
Before the intimacy dies?

How do we repair our damaged trust?
Cause I don't see how we will
Do you think we really have a shot?
Are you even in love with me still?

Why do I scream at you when I hurt?
How come I can't control my voice?
What commands me against my will?
Temper leaving no other choice

Can I overcome these violent urges?
Are these tendencies an unbreakable curse?
Will I ever become a better person?
Or am I destined to only grow worse?
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same
I am descending down a hole,
That I have been down before.
This time when I dive in,
I may not be coming back up again.

I stared too far into the abyss,
Dived too deep into it's depths.
Lost myself to what I found within,
And it made it's home beneath my skin.

I feel this irritation beneath the surface,
and I just got to gnaw at it.
Self-cannibalistic I've become,
Slowly eating myself away,
Carnivorous consumption of the substance that nets around my bone.
Hoping to rid myself of this irritation.

Who knew dying would taste so **** good today.
Every bite I take I am slowly eating myself away.
The only way I feel alive is taking the thing that will **** me one day.

Soon my bones will be exposed,
but even then I will not be satisfied.
I will break them open and devour the marrow inside,
Leaving myself hollowed out and broken.

I am eating myself away.
Soon nothing will remain,
but the fragments of bones of a lost soul.
And yet I still won't be satisfied.
Be careful not to enter, or all your flesh will disappear.
Kellin Feb 6
fuel desperation,
and so are valuable
assets in the game
of spinning chambers.

one ***** is all it takes.

you might not believe
a person still wading
through adolescence
could harbor such
malevolent intent.

one slight is all it takes.

age is barely even
a consideration when
haunted by the desire
for revenge or need
of self-preservation.

one fragile moment is all it takes.

fewer years simply
equate to shallower
perspective, exacerbating
youthful impulsivity.

one bullet is all it takes.
Deadwood Jawn Jan 31
Forget the
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FORGET THE PAIN, AND MOVE!
Dani Jan 18
A land only nature has touched
A lion to its prey, clutched
Before that though
The Lion crept up real slow
Crouched down real low
He puts on a good show
Creeping and crawling
Absolutely stalking
His ***** orange coloring
Unseen by a prey so alluring
His big tufted paws are like a quiet breeze
Unheard by a prey totally at ease
His eyes focus, like a morning lotus
Finding the sun with such slowness
Silently stalking towards prey, not yet ferocious
A gleaming meaty meal ready to devour
Just another moment and little prey will cower
First a pounce with claws drawn out
Then a bit and a shake, making the prey shout
Now a *****!
Chewing prey up before its deceased
Drug across the land only nature has touched
A lion has won it’s hunt, quiet now, be hushed
Can you hear nature sing, the way she does
With violence and beauty no matter if lion or cheetahs
Now humans are different! Or is it really so?
The desire the same as a beasts hunt, reaping what we sow
A need to ***** and overpower
A craving to devour
devouring our **** driven, instinctual driven desires...
hani aqil Jan 12
1
I’m not one to tell
But some people really deserve it

I’m not one to be so fell
But some people really need it

2
Sometimes I think I could ****
Sometimes I think I am wrong
But now I know I was right
My just bloodlust is useless to fight

3
I paint your face white
I paint over the neon mess
I tackle you to the ground
Ram your head on the seething white floor

I want to ***** your skull
I want to hear it snap under the weight of my hands
Alas I am weak
But not weak enough to **** you quickly

4
My knees are digging into your chest
My hands are around your grizzly neck
Asphyxia is a good solution to some problems

Choke, you old *******

I won’t let you go so fast

5
I drag you by your hair into the lift outside my unit
It’s really dark
It’s way past midnight and everything is quiet
Everything is quiet when you’ve lived so noisily

6
The red lights from the buttons glow slowly and gently and I press the first floor gingerly
The automated voice says “first floor” in that funny little way it always does

7
The lift descends, with me and you
It is like a passage to ****
For the both of us

We’re not dead yet
But we are corpses
Both of us

8
The stars are so pretty tonight
You can rarely see them so clear
But tonight every corner of time is enveloped in a
Gluttonous cocoon of darkness

9
I haul you out to the shady alley where
Nobody sleeps but nobody listens
And I wait
For the dogs to smell you

The dogs are tearing your flesh apart
Like bubblegum
I want to feed you to them
See their canine fangs sink into you
But even the most vicious hounds
Will never use you as meat
For fear of the evil laced in you

You’re not dead yet
I told you I wouldn’t let you go just like that
You can scream all you want, old man
Nobody sleeps but nobody listens
A timely taste of your own medicine

10
You can’t spell illegal without legal

11
In your last moments I **** your mouth with a knife
hani aqil Jan 12
he came in my dreams one night
faceless, bleeding fluorescent pink
dragonfly wings
caved at feet
Bugs are so easy to squash

a child is a
limp rag doll
is a two tongued succubus
carving fishnets in flesh

I cannot touch but
I can scream from the watchtower
in the dead of night
in the dense blackness
void penetrated by a voice
dissipating in futility

as the
fish on deck
spluttering, scales fluttering
entwines in honeycomb plastic

who knew the one who started it all
had the strength to take it all away?
tongues are so dangerous
they can taste ever so sweet and slick
or cut like knives
wet with anger
the sweetness I drowned in is now
oil
petals rotten, blackened and thickened the water
fragment me
over and over

Me, a wolf
Bit a chunk
But drowned
in my shadow
Conjugate
I’m one with the one I despise

I am
Venus fly
Antichrist embedded
Parasitic blood

Who knew the one who started it all
Had the sense to take it all away?

Who's your
Precious little child now?
Who's your
Precious little child now?

Father, child
Cat and mouse
Choke, choke and cough up that
Inheritance
you *******

Ripe for the plucking like a plum begging for harvest
A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf
A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf
sorry for inconsistent formatting im a lazy *******
s Willow Jan 8
The darkest place in the world is not a cave,
not a room with no windows,
nor even a real place.
The darkest place is my mind.

The darkest place sounds like a place with nothing,
no people,
no sound,
Nothing.
But there is always something going on.
Someone, something, a beast, a villain.
Talking to me.

Most don’t believe me that they’re real.
The ones that do believe don’t hear them.
Constantly in pain from the thoughts and never ending sounds.

The voices started off with just one,
then another one came, then more, and more.
Now everyday more come, more leave.
The ones that leave never come back.
The ones that come never stay.
They always leave.
Except the first one.

They say, not to name something you don’t want to get attached to but,
that’s what I did.
he’s loud, mean, annoying, but somehow I have come to like him.
Funny, helpful, reason and logic.
No one hears our conversations, only me and him.
The arguing and fighting with him brings me happiness.

The darkest place is not a real place, but our own minds.
Zel Jan 7
I text with my ex
everyday without exception,
He always says "Hey",
Never "Hi" or "Hello",
We always skip the small talk,
Go straight to the real stuff,
We talk about right and wrong,
Music, cars and so on

I text with my ex
everyday without exception,
We always write for hours,
First thing in the morning
and last in the evening,
He always flirts with me
to get his way,
And always with the same old "Hey"

I text with my ex
everyday without exception,
He always finds something to complain about
And we both know
"The best defence is a good offence"
We always fight
And it goes on throughout the night

I text with my ex
everyday without exception,
He always held my heart in his hands,
He used it, squeezed it like a stress toy,
But I always felt like looking in the mirror with him,
Because he's in the same situation
as I'm in.
Guess who's still texting his ex.
I hate you
And this heart
Beating within me

I hate this
The crippiling desire
To curse your soul

What's wrong with me
   what's wrong with me
      WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME

I hate the sky
It's beauty is a lie
the blue peace is a facade

I hate existence
The very feeling
Burning with blood

  Why am i like this
    Why am i like this
       WHY AM I LIKE T H I S

I ******* hate myself
**** me and everyone else
Take a sledgehammer to my brain

I loved everyone
I thought i did
Love was never known to me

I hate that I hate
It's filled with anger and hurt
But maybe i must hate

Before i can learn to love
Having existence issues :')
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