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You gasp in shock In fear The end is here You caused this Your eyes Burning with guilt Hands Shaking with regret Jaw Locked with desperation I had to You whisper But there is no one to hear your cries Just the inky black sky Ensnaring you in darkness This is your doing Little death boy A serpent Winding up your arm Wrapping round your throat It hisses in your ear Of fear And of misery You’re frozen in place It’s venom filling your mind Rendering you useless Weak Your lips tremble Silver eyes hidden Behind milky hair why are you hiding? Little death boy Is this who I have to be? Is this all that there is for me? Just destruction Just despair You Are the bringer Death paints itself into Your very being Into your soul The serpent slithers it’s way Into your heart It’s hold All powerful The fear of failure Taints the back of your throat Rising like bile You’re scared of death You’re scared of survival There is no place for you Little death boy Hold your head high Do not let them know You’re fragile You’re terrified You’re not the sharp Cutting man They believe you to be You’re nothing Just a wisp of smoke Easily ripped apart By a gentle breeze The snake winds tighter There’s no escape for you No redemption No saviour You shall rot And this, This is your destiny Living your whole life Weary and pale Waiting for the world To chew you up And spit you out Battered and broken Blank and listless Dark and lonesome This is who you Were born to be Bringer of death Whether you even wanted to be Does not matter Never the hero Never the kind Never the feeling Little death boy
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Izuthot
Little Death Boy
You gasp in shock In fear The end is here You caused this Your eyes Burning with guilt Hands Shaking with regret Jaw Locked with desperation I had to You whisper But there is no one to hear your cries Just the inky black sky Ensnaring you in darkness This is your doing Little death boy A serpent Winding up your arm Wrapping round your throat It hisses in your ear Of fear And of misery You’re frozen in place It’s venom filling your mind Rendering you useless Weak Your lips tremble Silver eyes hidden Behind milky hair why are you hiding? Little death boy Is this who I have to be? Is this all that there is for me? Just destruction Just despair You Are the bringer Death paints itself into Your very being Into your soul The serpent slithers it’s way Into your heart It’s hold All powerful The fear of failure Taints the back of your throat Rising like bile You’re scared of death You’re scared of survival There is no place for you Little death boy Hold your head high Do not let them know You’re fragile You’re terrified You’re not the sharp Cutting man They believe you to be You’re nothing Just a wisp of smoke Easily ripped apart By a gentle breeze The snake winds tighter There’s no escape for you No redemption No saviour You shall rot And this, This is your destiny Living your whole life Weary and pale Waiting for the world To chew you up And spit you out Battered and broken Blank and listless Dark and lonesome This is who you Were born to be Bringer of death Whether you even wanted to be Does not matter Never the hero Never the kind Never the feeling Little death boy
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and my fingers will trace these scars on your chest — they're no fault lines but darling, i can fall and fall and fold myself into wildflowers on which sunlight unfurls. but this world, it's a battlefield and red roses bloom not from the soil but from the skin and every death feels like the first. every kiss feels like the last. and darling, tomorrow, we have all the time to be broken. we have all the time to grow up. but tonight, let me hold you close; my hands are weary of writing elegies. tonight, let me drown in your seastorm eyes; i am tired of looking for temporary ports and for all the wrong shades of blue. tonight, i will read you poems about a girl named helen, who loved despite the war. tonight, the world can crumble down and i can stay right here, safe and sound in the comfort of your sighs, like a girl resting against bruised lilacs. i can stay right here watching you sleep until the earliest hours, forever asking myself how can someone so ****** so broken by this world possess this much softness. this much gentleness. this much peace. regardless, rest your weary bones, my love. morning still is far away.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
femininedeath
hermione granger
and my fingers will trace these scars on your chest — they're no fault lines but darling, i can fall and fall and fold myself into wildflowers on which sunlight unfurls. but this world, it's a battlefield and red roses bloom not from the soil but from the skin and every death feels like the first. every kiss feels like the last. and darling, tomorrow, we have all the time to be broken. we have all the time to grow up. but tonight, let me hold you close; my hands are weary of writing elegies. tonight, let me drown in your seastorm eyes; i am tired of looking for temporary ports and for all the wrong shades of blue. tonight, i will read you poems about a girl named helen, who loved despite the war. tonight, the world can crumble down and i can stay right here, safe and sound in the comfort of your sighs, like a girl resting against bruised lilacs. i can stay right here watching you sleep until the earliest hours, forever asking myself how can someone so ****** so broken by this world possess this much softness. this much gentleness. this much peace. regardless, rest your weary bones, my love. morning still is far away.
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