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#solice
The burning condition, Burnout of though. To dream to be, Impossible for sickly roe. The rot of being, The not of doing. Anxiety, tempting it covers, A blanket of roughness. A coffin of distress. I will bring blackness, Though empty it may be. I bring the darkness, I bring comfort.
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Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
Sleep of Comfort
Is it lying in bed with another wishing you were here? Is it when I reach over to the cold side of my bed and I die a little bit? Is it thinking of you when I know you aren't thinking of me? Is it the dreams that keep me wide awake at night? Or is it the guilt that consumes my every waking blight? I'm still trying to figure out what makes me still tick about you, I'm still fading in and out of reality making myself still sick about you, Maybe I still long for the person that you once were, Not the jaded being you are now that the world has cursed, You ask love forgiveness it doesn't ask you, For what is love without driving one’s own self to insanity? Love is about chasing ghosts until you are that ghost, Following wherever the apparition appears, Love seems to be the chasing of one another’s unwanted souls, With that and only that do we find a home in being alone? I guess so, It seems right, Oh so right.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Love Rites
Your love is an ocean and I am drowning. Saltwater stings my eyes and burns my throat as I desperately cry my S.O.S. You pull me down in waves, my lungs aching for air. Who knew it would be you who has me struggling to breathe? The water somehow calms me with its silence. I find solace in your murky depts. An introverts daydream all alone in 145 million square miles of torrential rain only to share my final moments with the sea. I sink deeper and deeper I stop fighting and let go. For a moment I may not be breathing. The pressure against my chest is undeniable. I open my mouth to breathe but I only chock on saltwater. My lungs fill with tears. I swear I hear a voice, be it my oxygen suffocated mind or you whispering to me. You break the ominous silence with seven simple words; "Some love is to strong to fight" and with that I close my eyes and        give                in                    to                       you.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
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