Acid boiling in my throat,
And bubbling out of my mouth,
Staining my lips and skin,
Showing traces of my insides.
They scatter about my feet
And I side-step to avoid the pests.
But this is a dance
And not a two-step.
Fluently coordinated,
Religiously practiced.
But the masks and towels
Make it hard
For my feet to move.
They suck like leeches
And drag like weights.
It’s becoming harder to two-step
When the beat picks up.
The time will come
When she will abandon you and I
Disgusted with what we’ve become
She will start over and retry
Erase evolution’s mistake
Ending our undeserving lives
As the world violently shakes
Her punishment we will not survive
The time will come
And I have you to blame for it
We will pay for what you have done
The wrongs that damaged her spirit
Forced her to raise her hand in rage
Followed with pleas of forgiveness
And that guilt locked her in a cage
But her anger grows, nonetheless
The time will come
When you will beg for her mercy
Forgetting that she’s the victim
Since the start of our history
You will only weep for yourselves
And we will follow the pattern
By becoming extinct ourselves
Because that is what we have earned
I leap into the unknown where I will reap what I have sown.
Here on Earth my fear stays.
I’m going where judgement won’t cloud my days.
My descent is near its end,
And as a final present the earth will soon be my friend.
I’m hurtling towards my grave.
In the next life i will be brave.
A closet full of
ghost,
demons,
and monsters too.
A closet full of,
creepy clowns
with glowing eyes
and sharp teeth.
But that closet,
would never be as bad;
as the closet you grew
inside of you.
A closet full of,
anger,
jealousy,
and self loathing.
A closet full of,
dark thoughts,
bad choices,
and impulsive actions.
A closet you’ve grown
to question.
A closet,
you’ve learned to hate.
A closet full of,
made up of creature,
misconstrued tales
and scary stories.
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A closet full of,
Everything that’s
ever scared you
about yourself.
*Repost*
Death is nothing.
There is nothing that can stop me from my goal.
Stubbornness, stupidity, and foolishness are my only allies
My only weapon is my words.
The only option is winning.
I will not admit defeat.
Sometimes we get stuck and don’t know what to do
If you can relate then this is my letter to you.
I just sit here alone with these thoughts in my head saying
We should all be dead. have you ever wanted to climb on top of some
One and strangled them in bed?
Guess you’d be a killer in bed, yea that’s what she said.
Your thoughts get the best of you
And sometimes we don’t know What to do,
If you can relate this is my story to you.
Ever turn on music because you felt like that was the only band that
You could understand?
But now it seems as if music stopped being so serious and started
Playing, so what do you do now?
Do we go back to the thoughts in our heads?
Do we go back to Strangling people in bed?
Sometimes we get stuck and don’t know what to do,
If you can relate then this is my letter to you.
For the girls that’s been rapped.
For the pretty ones that think they’re too good for everybody.
The ones who wake up mad, sad, or angry at the world;
Sometimes we get stuck and don’t know what to do,
If you can relate then this is my letter to you.
All my suicide people, before you pull that trigger;
just know that I Understand.
Yep that’s my letter, Sometimes we get stuck and
don’t know what to do,
If you can relate then this is my letter to you.
Do it, I dare you,
You’re nearly half there!
If you do, just think about
the pain you will spare.
The looks on faces,
telling you you were too young,
but wouldn’t you rather be asleep,
with pills on your tongue?
Don’t do it, I beg,
think about you.
Your future and the things
to look forward to.
Steer clear of danger,
don’t listen to your head.
Be careful, you aren’t ready
to dive off the edge.
If you don’t do it,
then I will myself.
Let’s go find the gun,
it’s on the first shelf.
The pills taste like acid.
The bullet will hurt.
Don’t make them look down
at us in the dirt.
I can’t leave my family,
my home, my life!
Yes, I can,
this is my demise.
When I got you, I swore
That you’d never get away,
That I’d hold onto you
‘Til the very last day.
You’d be mine and I’d be yours
‘Til the mountains fell down.
You’d love me and ask
For me to choose a white gown.
When you came, I was no longer alone
Lost in my own thoughts,
Where chaos roared,
And great battles were fought
On the frontier of my troubles,
Many a man there fell.
No man has survived it yet.
My own personal hell.
You are one of the fallen,
Another who did not last.
I swore I’d hold on,
Like I’d sworn in the past.
Yet, here I am,
Alone once more.
You’ve forgotten me already,
Of this, I am sure.
I swore I’d hold on
‘Til the very last day,
But someone else will come,
For this, I pray.
Dark things.
Living things.
Black things.
Orange things.
Creatures of the night.
Green people.
Orange hair.
Black pointy hats.
Black cloaks.
Creatures of the night.
Fast heart.
Clammy palms.
Condensation gathering,
At the small of my back
Creatures of the night.
Tighter hold upon my basket,
Demons, ghouls, witches, ghosts.
All different costumes,
Passing me by.
Creatures of the night.
It is the one day of the year,
The day that I hate.
The day those creatures of the night
Roam free.
It is Halloween.
In the fourth grade I met Heather
Two faster friends never had been seen
We spent all our time together
It seemed like it would last forever.
Nothing could have come between.
Eventually I let her go
But I ran into her yesterday
I saw someone I did not know
Our friendly reunion just a show
Then we each went on our way.
After a while I met you.
Quickly you became my closest friend.
With all the things for me you do
And all the problems you’ve helped me through
I will not let this friendship end.
I hope that you can forgive my
Tendency to want to talk all night
Silence can only mean goodbye
Years can pass in the blink of an eye
So I’m afraid of wasting light.
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