#nosoul
Today I reached for you
With a kind of virtue
And sincerity pressed behind
the design on my lips
Little realizing I was still reviling
Within my current remiss
I went and sinned again darlin'
There's little to do for recompense,
and so cordially I professed to you
all of my candid truths
With every intent
To avoid becoming uncouth
and elusive
Because... I do miss you
And I suppose I well knew...
You don't feel the same
I could feel it the instant you responded
Not the least bit concerned
Which was well deserved
Leaving me completely despondent
I need you to remind me
Just how lost my heart has become
And what that has cost anyone
Trying to reach for me
When I become undone
Somewhere in between
the real desire to reignite whatever fire
had transpired between us
With a new flame
Lay my hidden ulterior motive
Even I believed we would achieve
Something constructive
Yet my devious mind
Deceived even myself
To harness this abject,
self-destructive desire
Call me by my real names:
Heartless.
Narcissist.
Liar.
Coward.
Creep.
Thief of catharsis.
Remind me of the same feeling
Delivered in your own unique way
Because I can't stand
To let myself ever forget again
This pain in my chest
Is everything to remain
It's all I have left
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
The colours of my soul i am yet to find
This is the journal i have signed
Up for
I need to know
So i will be able to grow
The colours of my soul i am yet to find
Is it dark, as a stormy night
Is it bright, as the day light
The colours of my soul i am yet to find
Is it in ma heart or in my brains
So i wonder when i stare out the window when it rains
The colours of my soul i am yet to find
Maybe all this time i was blind
Tells me my mind
Maybe my soul has no colours
Maybe i have no soul
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
It was an accident,
I didn't do it.
Authorities coming,
located in closet.
I don't remember,
What just happened?
Knife it my hand,
You must be mistaken.
Everything was fine,
I went insane.
Four victims in total,
put out of their pain.
Blood on the ceiling,
blood on the walls.
Twenty eight slashes,
banished their souls.
A father, a mother
and two other kin.
I took them away
and committed a sin.
I was found guilty,
sentenced to die.
Finding no reason,
I'm about to cry.
My kills were my high,
I felt no remorse.
Life is a mystery,
it's has taken its course.
The day has come,
I sit in the chair.
It is over for me,
I no longer care.
I paid my debt,
for my heinous crime.
Please flip the switch,
so I can fry.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Words are just broken meanings
Just constantly taking beatings.
Slowly they begin to die
More and more with every lie.
Always said and always misused
Till soon enough their souls are skewed
And they now mean nothing to you.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC