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Do you hear the shadows?
Whispering about you?
Murmuring your secrets?
Yelling out your problems?
Do you see the sunlight?
Trying hard to shine down?
On a fake happiness?
Masquerading as goodness?
Do you feel the silence?
Covering this whole world?
Eating at your conscience?
Eating at your sanity?
Do you taste the redness?
Enveloping you slowly?
Licking at your heels and
Licking at your wide eyes?
Do you smell the corpses?
Littered all around you?
Flesh gray and rotten?
Just like you are now?
Do you hear the shadows?
Whispering about you?
Murmuring your secrets?
Yelling out your problems?
Do you see the sunlight?
Trying hard to shine down?
On a fake happiness?
Masquerading as goodness?
Do you feel the silence?
Covering this whole world?
Eating at your conscience?
Eating at your sanity?
Do you taste the redness?
Enveloping you slowly?
Licking at your heels and
Licking at your wide eyes?
Do you smell the corpses?
Littered all around you?
Flesh gray and rotten?
Just like you are now?
Do you hear the shadows?
Whispering about you?
Murmuring your secrets?
Stealing your sanity?
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Am I Good Enough...?
Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Tell me,
Now am I good enough?
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Meaningless
Memories haunting me
Entering my mind
A part of me is gone
Never to return
I am incomplete
Not a full being
Gone with the wind
Lost within myself
End of the road
Should I jump into the abyss
So I can find the meaning of my life?
Literature
ENOUGH!
There are times when I feel like tearing these pages apart,
Or perhaps, throwing this BLOODY song into the fire and watching it BURN!
Maybe I'll start plucking the keys from my keyboard,
Or simply swipe everything off the desk.
Each item shattering into a hundred pieces,
Much like the fragments of my dying inspiration.
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