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Glance through the rabbit hole but never fear
Behind glass, I can't shed tangible tears
No reason for your concern, it's no mystery here
That nothing ever existed to truly disappear
Yes, it was pride with pills that I did swallow
And empty accomplishments had made me hallow
But don't ever assume I gave up tomorrow
Everyday, a new chance from them shall follow
These frightful shadows took my light
Beseech to the wingless I fell to my plight
Cornered down allies with such gruesome fright
And there's noone to save the dear girl tonight
And so the child was fated a seed
No passerby dared witness her battered pleas
She was left an amputated, lifeless heap
And there lies the tale of undesirable needs
Behind glass, I can't shed tangible tears
No reason for your concern, it's no mystery here
That nothing ever existed to truly disappear
Yes, it was pride with pills that I did swallow
And empty accomplishments had made me hallow
But don't ever assume I gave up tomorrow
Everyday, a new chance from them shall follow
These frightful shadows took my light
Beseech to the wingless I fell to my plight
Cornered down allies with such gruesome fright
And there's noone to save the dear girl tonight
And so the child was fated a seed
No passerby dared witness her battered pleas
She was left an amputated, lifeless heap
And there lies the tale of undesirable needs
Literature
Too Late
Too Late
Punch, Kick,
Punch, Kick.
They laugh at you,
They spit at you,
They punch and kick you,
Laugh, Spit,
Laugh, Spit.
“No!” “Stop!”
Too late,
the red water flows.
It's so pretty.
Too late...
Literature
Late Nights
Sometimes we live in a series of unfortunate events, forcing us to settle into accepting that certain things will be as they may.
Perhaps one day a dream may become reality, but this is not the day, and alas I am not much of a dreamer, for I know such a day might never come, so I lie down at night content in knowing that I have at least some measure of happiness, and enough to continue living
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Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
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This has a kind of Alice in wonderland feel about it =]
I like this very much
Although I was a little thrown by the last staza, when you say amputated, were you saying that she was isolated from all others? I like this idea ^_^ I'm just not sure if it's what you were going for. =]
I like this very much
Although I was a little thrown by the last staza, when you say amputated, were you saying that she was isolated from all others? I like this idea ^_^ I'm just not sure if it's what you were going for. =]