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Burn in hell!

Did you hear me?!

Burn!!

I will make you feel the flames

Of my anger

That can’t be cooled

You will scream in agony

And I will enjoy it!

I’m mad!

No more than mad

I’ve reached a point on which

Mad is so passive…

It’s your fault

Not mine

Don’t deny it

If you do…

Then that will fuel my rage

My rampage across the lands

But I will always be after you!

I’m shaking now

I can’t stop

Why?

I’m not cold

I feel hot…

Can’t think…

What have I done…

What will I do…?

So tired…

Go away…

No work…

Why must I work…?

Sleepy…

Sleepy…

Need to…

Rest…

Forever…

Please…

You’re all making me tired…

Going back

And forth

Again and again…

But you still ask me something

That I cannot give

I need a lullaby…

Sweet forever lullaby

And I won’t be the one to

Sing it aloud

Too much work…

Can you…

Thinking is hard….

Living is hard…

Is…

Maybe…

Death…

Is less work…

Look at me!

Who could be better

Than me

Perfect posture

Perfect shape

Perfect me

That word doesn’t even

Begin to describe me

Heavenly…falls short

Godly…not close enough

Supreme…don’t make me laugh!

So…

I’m undescribable!

Now don’t think am without

Loyal, Loving friends

My mirror…

Me…

People who adore…

Myself…

The pedastool on which I stand

And I…

But the ungrateful peasents

In a riot

Crumbled my place up high

Shouted something about

“One God?”

I didn’t notice...

Is my mirror safe…?

A rising heat

Reach…

Fluttering eyelashes

Stretch…

Shallow breath

Touch…

Gasping need

Stroke…

Howls escaped

Feel…

Moan of pain

Fall…

Scream of another

Race…

Perfect pleasure

Beat…

Painful, basic pleasure

Gone…

No thoughts

Cling…

Needed now

Reach…

Fly away

Stretch

Touch in longing…

Never satisfied

My, My

What pretty things you have.

Why can’t I have it?

I see these things,

And they must be mine!

I lay at night

As the sickness takes hold.

First my soul, then my skin

Will take on a sickly green;

My, My

It all must be

Mine, mine

With that green

I must look so dead.

Now I own that look

And manner

As I grope with outstretched,

Boney fingers

For things that must be mine!

Friends are toys;

Parents pay;

That’s why they are important.

Mine…

Mine.

Mine!

Never!

Never am I full!

I try but never

But the problems

Not me…

No it’s every one else

And everything too.

There’s never enough

For me to fill myself

Greater than the world

Can offer itself

Only to me.

Not another

I’ll roar this law

And demand it’s heard

Over my endless stomach

It’s my fear that it will not

But one fear conquers that

Conquers all…

That there’s never enough

Never enough…

That there’s never enough

For me…

And I will suffer!

With this demon inside of me

That’s feeding off the world

And me

I feel so hollow…

I’m not them

Why?

I should be every

Beautiful…

Powerful…

Wonderful…

Person or thing



If you get a lovely present

So should I;

If you move up in this world

So should I;

If love is offered truly

Well what is this love…

Where can I buy it?



If it’s mine

I do not care

But hey!

Don’t take that

It’s mine!

And that!

And that.

And that…

Sit Down!

Shut up!

It's time to grow forward!

They say it's time to learn

Never to speak again

There's plenty of talk

But never my name's spoken... again

Silence... I'll never hear... again

For the womb burst open

Now it's a cold world

That's no longer mine...

We all grab ourselves a piece of

The Dream

Because of that

The Nightmare's

Face is shown

So we run

Laughing like we're having the time

Of our lives in the Gray Mist

we breathe

Where has my happiness gone

That feeling that once

Swept through my body

Lifting me up away

To only let my feet Grace lightly the ground

Where?

For in the highest of

Moments flying

A word was spoken

A cold, cruel word

A cold, cruel truth

Struck right through me

Bursting my moment

Down I fell

Where?

I grasped for air

And held back my scream

I was not to fall as such

I would not cry!

But of course…

At the point of last breath

My voice never rang so

Strong and desperate

But where did that feeling go?

The one that affected me so

Oh yeah I…

Drifting…

Dark…

Peaceful…

Where is this?

I’m floating?

Water…

No, I’m flying?

Skies…

Oh, I see

I’m sinking.

Between the worlds…

Away…

Now there’s something tickling

How annoying

Bubbles?

When I reach out to touch

They don’t pop

How strange…strong…

Why are bubbles floating up

To greet then pass me by…?

How are they here?

I hold one tight

Then roll it in my palm

A little girl?

She’s wearing a pretty dress

That’s what I’m seeing here….

The memories in my arms break

Who Am… I…?

If death was painted on the walls

I'd probably see the sea

If life was painted

The walls would probably just fall down.

I look back and my words are spiraling

The emotion of youth

remembered in pink glasses but seen

as despair of world ending new.

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LiquoriceLexi
00:52 Jan 06 2010

Beautifully stark.

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