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b Jan 2017
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do you know how you live
when the worst has happened
you have no expectations,
no wants or needs,
you become confined in your own misery,
feeding off the scars you left scattered in your bathroom floor

your only viable option,
will be letting go,
your best option,
is
laying
six feet under.
b Jan 2017
i could move alright,
but in a locked rotting hell,
i could breath alright,
but only toxic suffocating breaths,
b Dec 2016

living,
is not a matter of life or death,
having a soul,
inhaling,
no,
you see,
i passed away,
lost my soul,
along time ago,
but i can still inhale
my own bitterness,
i can still stand
right in the burning hellfire,
of my own despair,
i can still wait for the rainfall,
thinking it might wash away
my everlasting grave,
and all it did,
is turn me into dust,
even more,
i've held my ashes,
as i was casting away,
but my grave
has been dug too deep,
six
feet
under.
b Mar 2018
grace me with your sympathy,
own me with your deceitful lies,
lay beside me while you long
for someone else.
b Feb 2019
what do you want?

the money
the fame
the ***?

the name
the brains
and a heavy pay-check?

do you want the lies
the rage
the meaningless objects?

or can you tell
it is a facade
to shame
your intellect?
b Jul 2015
as i breath,
inhaling your exhales,
i can feel your warm breath,
the way it carasses my skin,
so gently,
what a bliss,
b Dec 2016
gather all your imperfections
and sculpt them together
as it becomes
everything
i ever
wanted
b Jan 2018
rotten souls
burried cries
morbid smiles
living in agony
of a so called
better future
shaped as a
coffin
that traps your
last hope of
freedom
Gin
b Aug 2019
Gin
afraid to live,
afraid to sin,
afraid to drown
in a bottle of gin.
b May 2015
Do you ******* tears on her lips?

Because I can feel you,
in their hair, in their gaze, crawling up their skin

your essence, your fragrance,
your divine presence, its all there
b Jan 2017
what is the point of breathing,
if you're going to suffocate on it anyway,
b Jan 2017
what have i become. .
what have you made of me, mother?
what have you sculpted, brother?

carved to perfection,
into an ivory soulless wreck,
a hopeless mess, high off morbidity and agony,

carved to perfection,
to attend to your lavish needs,
of a stripped youth,
hidden under a blood stained carpet floor,

and you do it so lovingly,
as i reach for air,
when you've buried me
six feet under.
b Dec 2016
i'm losing myself,
and i can't control it,
they made me,

i'm losing myself,
i can't contain it,
they made me,

i'm losing myself,
and soon,
i'll become
nothing but a body,
with no soul
just the one
they made.
b Jun 2019
life
got me
by the threads
of its eternal obscurity
asking me
urging me
to find a meaning
in the insignificance
of my existence

find a meaning
in my morning hustle
my frowning muzzle
my cowardice mask

my spending sprees
my binging eats
my clinging needs

find a meaning
to hustle for fees
to fight for beers
to do as they please

find my tranquility
in the warmth
of my mid-day tears
b Mar 2018
I'm yearning
for more
of your misery
to feed off,

salivating
to taste
your sorrows,

glorifying
your sinful scars,

crawling
to catch your soul
while
you brush it off
as you overdose.
b Aug 2015
the pain eventfully resides within
and there's no way out
there's no refugee
no escape
you have to live with your own tragedies
your own pain
scraping all the hope you
spent years to gain.
b Jan 2018
i promised
i’ll love you
with every fiber of my being

even if it meant
wrecking my soul
into a million scattered pieces
that are impossible
to form
b Aug 2019
I watched them colour your sorrows and paint your flaws,
you gave them the brush.

r e a l l y ?

I watched them laugh at your insecurities and ignore your loss,
you laughed along.

r e a l l y ?

I watched them flaunt your guilt and frame your shame,
you shrugged it off.

r e a l l y ?

I watched them dress you up and change your name,
you had a toast.

r e a l l y ?
#fake #really #peoplepleaser #insecurity #selfworth #ignore #hate #nice #flaws #sorrow
b Jul 2023
In the eyes of love,
we tear each other a part
until all that is left of us,
everything they were attracted too from the jump.
is fragmented
scattered in different roads
and haunting our dreams

Is it supposed to be like this?
Is this love or suffering?

I knew I'm in-love with you when I realized that the way I feel about is unconditional, there's nothing that you can say or do that will rid me from these feelings,

and you're watching me there, asking yourself all of sorts of questions,
and it feels so much like rejection
and you know I don't take rejections well.
b Aug 2020
i hate it here
in my head,
roaches live
inside my head
calling me
all sorts of names
wanting me
to stab my veins

i hate it here
where lays my heart
worms infested
the sinful scars
feeding into
this world of ours.
b Dec 2015
i can feel you,
i can feel you running through my veins
intoxicating every blood cell in it
feeding me with pitiful lies
and cringing cries
making me drown into your self loathing wonderlust
because i thought you were,
i thought you were, life, to me ,
you made me breath fresh air,
every time i inhaled,
but soon, you became the reason
why i count my breaths and
hoping for the last breath
to come along,
b Jan 2018
somehow it felt safer
to drown in your *****
instead of drowning
into your being

somehow it felt safer to
bite your lips
instead of clinging
into your scent

somehow it felt safer to
break your heart
than to touch your soul
b Dec 2016
I'll trace your scars,
with my fingertips,

I'll lace the curves of your imperfections,
with my chapped lips,

I'll bury my nails,
in the flesh of your lethal spine,

I'll mold your broken heart,
until it becomes a piece of mine,

you dared to love my
self destructive self,

and i dared to,
kiss your morphine lips,
knowing that,
if i get a taste,
i'll never stop,
wanting more..
b Dec 2016
falling for your warm voice,
as it washes me me away by its divineness,

catching my heartbeats,
while you utter the letters of my name,

I can see the waves,
 you fondly look for,
 in your mesmerising eyes,

I can smell the scent of agony,
that lingers thoroughly,
around your sacred being,

I can hear the little girl in you,
while you spend every instant,
trying to sink her in,

I can sense your everlasting cries,
as it crawls up against me,
awakening me from within,

but as helpless as i'll ever be,
i'll crumble myself to pieces,
in order to make you whole again
b Oct 2023
this is it?
this is what we signed up for?
you told me I signed a contract on this hell I chose for myself,
you're telling me I came her willingly
an angel in disguise,
from another planet,
but I know better,
I know I was never an angel,
and don't want to be one either,
because angels do cry,
and angels do dream,
until
it all comes crashing,
because all along,
behind the veil of it all,
you already signed another contract with the devil,
and you wonder about all the uncertainty,
because there's no certainty
in black and white,
the only certainty
is grey in color
b Jan 2019
the guilt
the sin
the hatred within

thinking if we disguise our hair
in an obscure form of veil
they will conceal our madness

thinking if our skin prevails
after years of stacking knitwear
they will shred our sadness

then asking us why are we so vain?
why do we masquerade our emotions to keep us sane?
when all your attempts strives to conceal what’s underneath
underneath that cloth you call a veil
underneath that skin you use for sale

the morals
the virtues
the lies you preach

It is just another mask you wish to keep

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