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Everyday just like yesterday I remember our time, so tender I am a bystander and you are a painter Two unlikely pair who had a fateful encounter I wish in my heart we could have met sooner Everyday just like yesterday I am falling deeper Hate to be saved just to be with you longer If you are sinning itself, then I am a sinner Like harmony and melody we are in sync forever Addicted to your presence I've become sinister Thanatos knocked on our door last December He envied the love we have altogether He put his claw hands beside your shoulder And that was the last time I saw you livelier Now I'm a love bird who lost her lover Everyday just like yesterday I long for your laughter To touch and feel your lips as you whisper Our happy memories are now in embers The 'you' in my thoughts, I cannot remember
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 8:51 AM UTC
Everyday Just Like Yesterday
That fateful day, It slipperily slunk, The shrewd and crafty Beast And with Its slithery tongue It struck Two hearts, and hell released A fateful day! A fateful dint! …The Fall of the Beloved But then and there One gave the hint Of rescue from Above --- That fateful day the Beast would bite The heel of The Great King But He, in turn, would crush Its head – Death’s prisoners would sing: *“The fateful Day eternity told,   Foreknown before the world!* *The Lion came, brave and bold – The Lamb slain from of old!”* --- And so, that fateful day was but A part in the Grand Scheme One fateful Day He’d come indeed To ransom and redeem That fateful Day upon a cross He breathed His final breath: “It is finished!” was His cry; The death of death in death. .
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Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
That Fateful Day
Sometimes I walk through the halls in the dark and remember Sometimes I look down into the toilet and see the pills and poison I threw up that night Sometimes I wake up and do not remember falling asleep and I am terrified to think: What if I did it again? I know I didn’t want to Sometimes I want to leave the house again in the dead of night and walk back down that road Just to see if I could find that place again To feel the presence of God And the cold in the air And know that I am going to be okay. I know there is a crumpled suicide note somewhere in the walls of this room I have not read it I am afraid to. I am more afraid someone else will find it first That they will think it recent Because Because maybe I didn’t date it But maybe I did. I don’t remember why I came back I don’t remember the final thud of the hammer of reasons against the nail of decisions. I remember crying The cold seeping to the bones The streams of messages All from one person Lingering by the road sign for one last goodbye Back and forth Back and forth. Please let me go. I come to the crossroads I linger Think about turning around Don’t be a screwup, boy Not any more than you already are. Mama’s gonna **** me But isn’t that what I wanted? What do I want? Mama’s gonna **** me When I come home How am I gonna break this I talked to myself all the way back “I’ll explain on the way there Just take me to the hospital.” I lost my courage after hurling what looked like ******* orange crush I can taste death in the soda pop. Driving 90 on the highway curve I’ve lost my way I’ve lost all sense of time and space I’ve lost me. 08:05 Geometry 12:34 History I have to tell them what you did They have to know Poor boys Housing a freak show. “I heard you walking around. but I just went back to sleep.” "Girlie" Get better soon The flinch in my tired heart Her teardrops and a lost embrace Mama’s in the backseat “My baby tried to **** herself” I still have those clothes I could have died in I think I'm wearing the pants As I write this past one in the morning I know exactly where the shirt is Crumpled in the drawer. Just a stomachache. Back to school tomorrow. Then someday I’ll come clean. Sometimes I wish I’d said yes I wish they would have known to coddle me To treat me like a broken vase A tortured child who’s seen to much That’s all I was. But now I’ve superglue. And I'm healing. In order to see the truth within Sometimes I have to turn around.
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
Fateful
Sometimes I walk through the halls in the dark and remember Sometimes I look down into the toilet and see the pills and poison I threw up that night Sometimes I wake up and do not remember falling asleep and I am terrified to think: What if I did it again? I know I didn’t want to Sometimes I want to leave the house again in the dead of night and walk back down that road Just to see if I could find that place again To feel the presence of God And the cold in the air And know that I am going to be okay. I know there is a crumpled suicide note somewhere in the walls of this room I have not read it I am afraid to. I am more afraid someone else will find it first That they will think it recent Because Because maybe I didn’t date it But maybe I did. I don’t remember why I came back I don’t remember the final thud of the hammer of reasons against the nail of decisions. I remember crying The cold seeping to the bones The streams of messages All from one person Lingering by the road sign for one last goodbye Back and forth Back and forth. Please let me go. I come to the crossroads I linger Think about turning around Don’t be a screwup, boy Not any more than you already are. Mama’s gonna **** me But isn’t that what I wanted? What do I want? Mama’s gonna **** me When I come home How am I gonna break this I talked to myself all the way back “I’ll explain on the way there Just take me to the hospital.” I lost my courage after hurling what looked like ******* orange crush I can taste death in the soda pop. Driving 90 on the highway curve I’ve lost my way I’ve lost all sense of time and space I’ve lost me. 08:05 Geometry 12:34 History I have to tell them what you did They have to know Poor boys Housing a freak show. “I heard you walking around. but I just went back to sleep.” "Girlie" Get better soon The flinch in my tired heart Her teardrops and a lost embrace Mama’s in the backseat “My baby tried to **** herself” I still have those clothes I could have died in I think I'm wearing the pants As I write this past one in the morning I know exactly where the shirt is Crumpled in the drawer. Just a stomachache. Back to school tomorrow. Then someday I’ll come clean. Sometimes I wish I’d said yes I wish they would have known to coddle me To treat me like a broken vase A tortured child who’s seen to much That’s all I was. But now I’ve superglue. And I'm healing. In order to see the truth within Sometimes I have to turn around.
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There's an invisible monster, Who's holding me in its shackles. And we share a great bond, Not the one meant to be broken. I'm a puppet, with anger as the strings And he's my master, controlling me from within. I'll never let it go, because I adore him so And he's forever with me, even if I want to let it go.
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
Controlling from within
It was a waiting room for the dying A home for agony and fluorescent lights Nurses dashing from bed to bed I sat by your side Wishing my soul he would instead take I sat by your side Wishing your eyes would finally awake Fighting off each urge to sleep As the clock crept deeper into the early-morning hours I watched your face slowly come alive For once that fateful night I knew things would be alright
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Forever in a Moment
In my left hand a joker, In my right a Jack of Hearts: A wild card that will break this game And I know in these crimes nobody can claim- Their hearts back. The dealer, the eyes of Judgement Offers me a King of Spades, Which I could use to dig up my grave After you withdraw your red knave. I dig my nails into my palms The game is on the stakes are way too high my queen of hearts is reflected in your eyes Thumb is rubbing on that ace of spades the hard way always taught me I should know my place but I cannot resist your call
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Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
The Last Hand [collab]
The Alpha will call, the omega will join, Together as one, they sing a song, All now hunted, because of one fateful calling, Haunting, yet beautiful, they'll ravage, They'll break, they'll snap and growl, Stopping for yet no one, No one but the Alpha Wolf.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Alpha Wolf