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My dear little man, now tired and weary,
The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.
In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghost
Of the one you love and hate the most...
She tore into your veins,
And set them ablaze.
Even as you walked,
In a sickening haze.
You stole from the weak,
To feed your habit.
Blood upon the altar,
As you chased the rabbit.
A rabbit that enslaved,
Deep down the rabbit hole.
Inhaled like a blanket,
For the soul that was cold.
As the breathing became rapid,
And the vomiting begins.
You'll chase another rabbit,
To compound your sin.
And as your sins will grow,
So too will the madness.
It sinks into the heart,
And begins warping the canvas.
It paints it in bitterness,
The colour of black...
The colour of voices,
That lash at your back.
So dear little man, over pure white grains,
Are you done with this life of an endless pain?
I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...
For the man who is an addict, must surely die!
The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.
In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghost
Of the one you love and hate the most...
She tore into your veins,
And set them ablaze.
Even as you walked,
In a sickening haze.
You stole from the weak,
To feed your habit.
Blood upon the altar,
As you chased the rabbit.
A rabbit that enslaved,
Deep down the rabbit hole.
Inhaled like a blanket,
For the soul that was cold.
As the breathing became rapid,
And the vomiting begins.
You'll chase another rabbit,
To compound your sin.
And as your sins will grow,
So too will the madness.
It sinks into the heart,
And begins warping the canvas.
It paints it in bitterness,
The colour of black...
The colour of voices,
That lash at your back.
So dear little man, over pure white grains,
Are you done with this life of an endless pain?
I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...
For the man who is an addict, must surely die!
Literature
You. Got. This.
I see these people all over the place –
Depressed, anxious, confused, confounded even –
And I see them, all uncertain, not knowing what will happen next
I see them trying to be brave or just accepting the fear
I see them breaking and then pretending not to be broken
I see them, and I have only three words:
First word: You
Second person pronoun, indicating the person to whom I am speaking
It’s every person, just as it is specific to the one, making no discernment between the two
Second word: Got
A word indicating possession, ownership, belonging
Also a word indicating inevitability;
In this case You must own, You must posse
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
Literature
I Am My Enemy
Scream again.
I can't contain the pain.
I need the bite of blade,
need to see the blood.
Trapped inside my head,
screaming never stops.
Hating everything,
I need to get away.
Can't escape myself.
I find me wherever I hide.
I can't keep it in.
I can't let it out.
Letting go doesn't grant release.
My monsters hold me down,
hold me back,
lock me away.
I can't come back.
Trembling with emotion,
I reach desperately.
Reach for the unknown.
Even the silent air can't quell my screaming.
Shatter all my shackles,
shatter all my chains.
Break the doors and walls apart.
I'll release my demons.
All I need to do is let everything out.
Every last vanished s
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Hayes here, Chennie is still struggling with getting everything together, so again apologies for his absence.
He asked me to post this for you guys and left the following comment;
'It is difficult to give up on a habit. No matter how much it hurts you. Even if you shiver each night, you'll walk out to the same dark alleyway, smelling of dampness and mould; a scent that reminds you of home. You chase after an illusion, day by day, but your eyes are unable to find reality.'
-Hayes
He asked me to post this for you guys and left the following comment;
'It is difficult to give up on a habit. No matter how much it hurts you. Even if you shiver each night, you'll walk out to the same dark alleyway, smelling of dampness and mould; a scent that reminds you of home. You chase after an illusion, day by day, but your eyes are unable to find reality.'
-Hayes
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Loved the descriptions ...
not sure i wanted the guy to die so quick ...
not sure i wanted the guy to die so quick ...