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First you betray me, then you try and slay me
And now you think it's ok to try and save me
But it's too late, you tried to kill me
And from deep within me, you set the beast free
I can still feel your hands around my throat
But no, i wont choke
Because you cant kill me
No way, because i am free
Cant you see? I cannot die
No, this is not a lie
I am immortal
And now you think it's ok to try and save me
But it's too late, you tried to kill me
And from deep within me, you set the beast free
I can still feel your hands around my throat
But no, i wont choke
Because you cant kill me
No way, because i am free
Cant you see? I cannot die
No, this is not a lie
I am immortal
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Memory Locked
To be lulled into slumber by the silent screams of past loved ones,
Listening to the agonizing whales of my sorrowful son.
They yank me down to drown in the black sea of misery.
Laughing like children mid-play, they taunt my being with the infectious giggles of ignorance.
With a light creak and the click of the lock, for eternity a seal is placed over my innocence.
Sorry my child but the dark awaits, beckoning me to its sweet embrace.
The angered smoke attacks my lungs, swiping away the life of any who dare cross its path,
leaving little to none.
It’s partner in crime makes a home from my skin,
as it embeds its long blood red s
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The Ecstasy Of Faith
You can breathe life into water
You can pull your face tauter
You cannot change nature
You cannot do everything later
Stupid
Like two rock stars
Complaining
One shows off too much
That is their job
To be cheered
To be larger than life
But it is more than hard
Being others dreams
It is a nightmare
.
Ego
Is the reflection of civilization
Your ability to reach its highest standards
Without a stable rung on this ladder
The fun sponge society
Soaks up strength
By squeezing it from souls below
Looking down
The mouth opens
“You are overthinking it’
I hear this lie a lot
Focus is my friend
It brought me everything
Including
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Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
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You've struck my interest, I love dark poetry. Keep it up, and stay alive man.