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  2d Psychosa
Tye
If I die tonight,
Bury me shallow,
So I can wake from the abyss,
And leer at the hazy moonlight,
As it bounces softly through the treetops.
Where I can hear the birds,
Chirping to greet the sun.
Where others can hold their breath,
And hear my soul through the ground.
Psychosa Dec 2024
I still hear you in the whispers of the wind.
Like a cold night air that brings chills upon barren skin,
Your memory still torments me from within.
Though I lay with many a lover,
My heart longs for no other.
When will these tears no longer imbue ?
My soul has been cast in ice;
One day may love for you decay.
  Dec 2024 Psychosa
Chameleon
I can’t escape it.
It follows me around
every corner,
down every alley.
I just want to turn
to him,
but he isn’t there.
Turns out loneliness
is the only thing
that will never leave me.
  Nov 2024 Psychosa
aha
she is everything
godly radiance
her warmth envelops me
stabbing
piercing through

within her light
I am known
but I am burning
desecrated, yet blessed by the flames
too close, and yet too far away?

amalgamated I fall
melted wax
feathers
flesh
idiocy

  it feels divine
this one’s about loving someone that’s bad for you and you just keep going back like a starving dog because you feel like the only thing that matters is her and every time you go back things only get worse and you always end up hurt but you still keep coming back and you don’t know how to stop.
have a great day everyone
  Oct 2024 Psychosa
Eli
even the darkest minds can drip gold;
pink roses can bloom behind ****** chain link fences,
as leaves can stay orange as they float in puddles reflecting gray.

there’s always stars in the dark.
<3
Psychosa Oct 2024
Suffocate on your own words
and choke on your tears.
You make my ears bleed
when you speak like a swine.

Deluded within a self-imposed labyrinth,
Will you ever see that you are nothing to me?  
Your words try and bite,
but you fall flat on your face.
Wipe off your grin before you see the extent of my sin.

Drown in your delusions of elixir.
Convince yourself that she wants you,
though her skin has been imbued by the lips of the women who haunt you.
May my memory taunt your mind,
and may you cower whenever you look upon the beauty that is me.
Stop stalking me.
Psychosa Sep 2024
I look to the women who smell of gardenia,
whose lips have been kissed by roses.
How they sway so gracefully,
giving life to everything they touch.

One cannot help but to be enamored by their beauty.
Each word from their mouth feels like honey to the ears.
So gentle is their touch, a caress that draws you near.

But every time I touch a flower, it soon withers and dies.
I try and emanate their loving touch, but claw marks are left, and everything around me turns to dust.
I pray to the moon, hoping she might teach me these secrets of the feminine,
yet I seem to lack this untold beauty that they hold.
I am wild and rash, too loud and brash.  
Banshees and Wolves are the feminine in me,
but yet I long for the beauty that is gentle and clean.
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