Playing Victim

everybody wants to play the victim
they want the front and center, staring role
a stage unto themselves, to extravagantly express their hatred for the world
broken, shattered into pieces, badly enough to form a whole

yet when the perfect opportunity for a beautiful transformation arises from the ash of their failures and false claims, they toss it aside, they throw it away, too green with envy and greedy for attention to leave the limelight

they harm themselves, physically and not, trying to hold on to the simplistic spot that they've got, they crave the pity, they adore the spotlight, they cannot see through and and a blinded in their eyes and in their mind...

when will they grow and mature and learn?




positivity is grounds for growth and prosperity,

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Violent Lust

today the world lost lovers
the fault and guilt rooted deeply in you
for we could have gone against the status quo
but your pride couldn't handle the damage that our love would put it through

could we even call it our love?
maybe in years long gone, but by the end of the worn out and sad, sad song,
its obvious it was me trying far too hard to revive this dying beast
now nothing more than a feast for the vultures...

why must we keep tour touring ourselves
willingly putting ourselves through hellish pain
no regards for love in its truest form
just violent lust...




does this story have an ending?

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Pushing Through, We Surviving Few

your words hang heavy in my heart like an albotross pulling down upon my neck with the force of a thousand rotting corpses, rung with guilt and old recourses. my eyes melting from the pain, no,i shall never see again, nor would i want to suffer through such an ugly view, all the hell you put me through produced the fire that has forever damedged my optical orbs, nineteen years and mere whores are what have dragged my down, throught this muk and filth, taken against my will, now i havent anything but hatred for the aformentioned, i am ashamed that i was fooled by your effervescent lies, so beautiful and bright, nothing quite like it... but i shall push upward through the grass and the soil, the bones and the roots, a constant vertical climb, oh your plans i shall foil. youll never claim me, not fully, not today, for today represents the beggining of the price youve to pay, a price set in stone, chiseled with the bones from the latest fucking victim to call you their house and their home. upon entrance they are doomed, forever to stare upon the clock, never a tick nor a tock, the world locked and they are eternally a prisoner, no bars, merely the mind inside their thick, oblivious skulls... no, not now, nor ever in time, shall i ever call you mine, shall you ever call me yours. i am moving up, i am moving on, a new day, a new dawn.



darling, I'm trying to die without you by my side in my mind,

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Hurting For A Cure

You've got six sick slits on your dirty baby wrists, infection imperfections, scared, forever to exist. Engrained upon my memory, enraged negative energy, your weakness shines through the cuts for you from me. Or so you'd like to think, that's how you justify this sick, this stench to yourself, in this hell.

You're bleeding out into your palms, your hands turned up, upon the dawn, you'll be down under six feet of ground...

A foot for every cut
Shovelfuls of shame
The fate of every slut
A scar for every name

...yet you've still ceased to breathe, although you ceased to be... To be whom I loved, fell head over heels to hell for... She has perished... I wish you'd follow suit




Working on forgiving, but never EVER forgetting,

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My Little Patch Of Darkness

I see a little patch of darkness. In the corner Waiting patiently for me. Waiting to hold my head under water, And watch me struggle to breath . My veins collapse in fits of epilepsy, a seizure for oxygen Heath. Then right before my last sight of light leaves, before my heart and mind cease to be, the darkness quickly, quietly crawls away, back unto it's corner, with the purest form of stealth...


Dark hearts keep this hate alive,

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Fighting The Omnipotent Big Brother (Part One)

Singe the prints from tips of these digits, I am finally a name, not a number, awoken from this slumber, hypnotized from all the lies force fed to me, disguised as necessary nutrients.

Oh this can't be it, have we truly fallen victim to such laughable bullshit. 19 years and I have finally lifted the veil, I've burned the wool from my eyes and with clear vision, I can see through all your lies and your tries to deceive me, deceive we, the greater lives that you bend and crush to kneel upon dirt. Rise up, for  we are a new breed, a new generation, we don't need your weakness, your disease, we won't rest until you've past, you deceased. Decrease and abolish this form of brainwash, for our minds are clean as they can be.

We shall stand up and fight.
We won't die lying down.





Fin, for now,

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