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LiquidMetalFox Nov 2013
Deathly silent all around
lungs ache from screaming vain cries
eternal darkness surrounds
the only clear voices heard are that of a tormented mind
isolated from the rest of the world
bound and chained by insecurities
wanting to break free from an unseamingly indestructible prison
Despire; that phantom meance blocks the vision
and carves an incision into any remaining sanity
Strained breaths become louder
the end being echoed in a societal made coffin
the internal flame snuffed out
this once indigo child; strange and beautiful
now no longer in the mood for life
has given up on the chance of rescue
frozen in her own pain
all that was left were the droplets of a crying maiden
Sara Buzz Jan 2019
They say look alive sunshine
try to fight, sunshine
but they've been gone for many years

They say don't ever let the sun set angrily looking for a darkened sunrise,
awaiting mornings of forgotten fears

Reminiscing on the old and lost
throw memories into the garbage, unnecessary, stopsign goodbyes.


We understand the world they never had
struggling to reach out to the past to things that didn't last,
resurrecting the heart of long forgotten fads

Searching for scraps to bring back
desperately piece life together
everything in us blown
society stressing on what we lack
like an ugly quilt we are all stitched, mismatched, and sewn.


Constantly feeling like my heart is in tatters
always so worried
as if any of this matters

When all the walls come down
where lost hope is found
the deep sky above where we'll maybe someday go
where we can live peacefully
no longer meeting loveless ground
no longer trapped in our own defeating bounds.


The key to living is to throw away all of your shameful ways
all your dark yesterdays
toss them into the deepest waters
and watch as they become forgiven, erased
or all together completely replaced

Bring back your happiness
just let yourself exist
dont you forget that you've got the hidden strength if you're willing to try to persist

Be cautious in your wandering, no one else knows what your past is
dont let yourself be a sad and lifeless meance.


The days can be gone
but at night you'll see the stars,
you can dream or walk along
if you pay any attention you might find out what truths you've been moshing on

In the city streets
empty save for the echo
a long forgotten song
something a torn and apocalypse ridden world will never ever decide to let go.

we'll carry on.

— The End —