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Sight of mine dulled to nothing but red. My aching fingers bleeding from the splayed out shards of glass. Time and time again, this feeling will never truly fade. The destruction that eases into every walk that I take. The pent up pain that does not soothe It only comes in waves of doubt and an ache that runs deeply through my body. I can only sit in silence and wait for it to wash over  as the never-ending wrath bounces in the corners of the room. No freedom found as I keep myself from lashing out. My blood keeps dripping around my pooling ire. To lock up such a monster that laps away at every upset and disappointment There really is no telling when The day it stops rocking back and forth the dark curtained bedroom I try to subdue it in. The day my warm blood no longer satisfies the steely blue light that edges its existence. And the way it bounces off of the crystal shards coated in crimson beneath my hands. Alcohol has never truly worked for me as much as I wished it did. What do I do when there is nothing I can do? How will I cope when I can no longer keep from being violent? -Kore
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
chokingonflowers
Tempered glass
Sight of mine dulled to nothing but red. My aching fingers bleeding from the splayed out shards of glass. Time and time again, this feeling will never truly fade. The destruction that eases into every walk that I take. The pent up pain that does not soothe It only comes in waves of doubt and an ache that runs deeply through my body. I can only sit in silence and wait for it to wash over  as the never-ending wrath bounces in the corners of the room. No freedom found as I keep myself from lashing out. My blood keeps dripping around my pooling ire. To lock up such a monster that laps away at every upset and disappointment There really is no telling when The day it stops rocking back and forth the dark curtained bedroom I try to subdue it in. The day my warm blood no longer satisfies the steely blue light that edges its existence. And the way it bounces off of the crystal shards coated in crimson beneath my hands. Alcohol has never truly worked for me as much as I wished it did. What do I do when there is nothing I can do? How will I cope when I can no longer keep from being violent? -Kore
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They will fly like a swarm of mosquitos Wishing to feed on life Incinerating, Ash, Moulded In a frozen moment until the breath expels and Cleanses even that in their wake, Biting upon the flesh over The earth, She will not weep with these tears Of a thousand suns. "For those moments will never pass" As those swarms are in a Hive of tempered reality, For if even one is to sting upon soil then "Reality would burn" "For an eternity of  moments" "A new sun would ignite" Time is blinded, Clouds of ash tears rain down. But this tempered hive, Is just that A place of insanity That is locked in its shell "She will never fear the swarm" "As man is never wanting to see the  suns rise" Eclipse the life that means so much too he.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
poetic-t
To Weep A Thousand Suns
They will fly like a swarm of mosquitos Wishing to feed on life Incinerating, Ash, Moulded In a frozen moment until the breath expels and Cleanses even that in their wake, Biting upon the flesh over The earth, She will not weep with these tears Of a thousand suns. "For those moments will never pass" As those swarms are in a Hive of tempered reality, For if even one is to sting upon soil then "Reality would burn" "For an eternity of  moments" "A new sun would ignite" Time is blinded, Clouds of ash tears rain down. But this tempered hive, Is just that A place of insanity That is locked in its shell "She will never fear the swarm" "As man is never wanting to see the  suns rise" Eclipse the life that means so much too he.
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