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It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
Literature
Can Your Parents Relate?
You, the girl in the corner of your bedroom
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the gir
Literature
Some Broken People
Some broken people can hurt you without thought
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue m
Literature
Tell me you see me
Tell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
but rather
the authentic personification
of sorrow
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
without depth
without feeling
without strife
without emotion
aside
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
for it
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy s
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Author's Comment:
Alright my dear readers,
As promised, here is my next release for Darkest Hour.
This poem is about my personal feelings, especially because I am burdened with what I believe to be a sin of a past. For me, I honestly think, there will never be redemption and what suffering I endure in life is mere penitence.
If you too carry such a burden, then may we be brothers or sisters in hell, as we are now in life. Warriors till the end, may our blades never dull. FOR HONOUR!
- Your Boy, Chennie
P.S. Forgot to add my fave target. Since I'm still climbing the road to the good old days. Last time I blew past 100 so let's go for 150 tonight. Not sure if I'll hit it, but let's give it our best, Ooh-rah! x'D
Author's Comment:
Alright my dear readers,
As promised, here is my next release for Darkest Hour.
This poem is about my personal feelings, especially because I am burdened with what I believe to be a sin of a past. For me, I honestly think, there will never be redemption and what suffering I endure in life is mere penitence.
If you too carry such a burden, then may we be brothers or sisters in hell, as we are now in life. Warriors till the end, may our blades never dull. FOR HONOUR!
- Your Boy, Chennie
P.S. Forgot to add my fave target. Since I'm still climbing the road to the good old days. Last time I blew past 100 so let's go for 150 tonight. Not sure if I'll hit it, but let's give it our best, Ooh-rah! x'D
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