3 a.m. TearsIt's 3 a.m. and im still awake The rivulets of tears are falling Quietly soaking an already wet pillow3 a.m. Tears
The time for hacking sobs And harsh wails has passed
If I could cut off the source The reason for these puffy eyes I would
I want so bad to end this To just move on But i lost the strength to do so, a long time ago
The red light of the clock mocks me Reminding me of a time
When Sleep was instant and peaceful
Each day the constant wait And turmoil of not knowing Weighs heavily on my soul
Doubts surou
It Is Coming......As I sit hereIt Is Coming......
In the pitch black darkness of night
I can feel it creeping up on me
Coming for me at slow crawl It thinks that it is silent That it will be able to surprise me
It toys with me Like some childs plaything
Feeding me false hope
It is moving in for the kill I can feel its claws reaching out My worst fear coming to light
I thought it was moving in slowly That i could still prevent it from catching me It latched on so quickly
I was prepared for this But it still took me aback It enveloped me in
This WoundI expected it, I always expect it I just didnt think it would hurt this bad I didnt expect it to feel as though i had been stabbed with a dull knifeThis Wound
I was so lost, I always am I just thought you would be there to guide me I didnt think you would leave me lost in this dark, unforgiving reality
I trusted, I never trust I just wanted to believe for once I prayed it wouldnt be broken, like the fragile glass it was
I just wish the glass hadnt cut so deep leaving jagged marks the blood dripping down my arms
I wish this wound would heal That thi
everything and nothing V2Muted screams tear open her sealed mind Disturbing the calm chaos into which she had slipped Racing to escape through her now shattered lipseverything and nothing V2
Tell me when I will feel something I want to burn, I want it to sting
Fragile legs stubbornly falter under the pressure, Dropping her down to a suffocating new level This is when she feels herself steadily unravel
Her tired knees begin to grind into the ground Mixing garnet liquid with glass infested mud Creating a heavy layer of atmospheric blood
I have been able to keep so much concealed Making it seem t
p r e t e n d t o d r e a mA hazy kiss born from the heart of a wandering child Lingers upon these lips that used to exude pale purity, Now smeared with dirt and dripping liquid rust A kiss that dares not venture forth into a waiting voidp r e t e n d t o d r e a m
Storybooks covered in dust from years of neglect Lie across the barely naked floor that remains hollow Swollen eyes refuse to open in the piercing darkness As I settle for running cold fingertips across the covers
A languid soul retreats back to the harness that held it tight Away from the emotions that let me fly back into deceit's grasp Firmly strapped to ever
ShadowI am a shadow, I sit in the corner of a diner, No one sees me, No one cares to. From here I see all. From here I hear everything.Shadow
I listen to the forty year-old couple, I listen to their paranoid ramblings, The ramblings that keep them in their homes shaking like children until dark to leave their homes.
I see the man sitting by himself, His coffee his only companion. I watch and wonder, Is he thinking about life? Depression? Maybe the big game?
Just then three women stumble in, They've all spent the night drinking. I try
Bottled
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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The only time humanity has ever surpassed my expectations is when I think that there's no new way for them to disappoint me.
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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Hi I'm cory
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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The only time humanity has ever surpassed my expectations is when I think that there's no new way for them to disappoint me.
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