Of failure I've attained.
It built up, inside my head
clouded foevermore.
Like a Raven in Antartica,
Im lost amongst the sky.
Without the eyes to see, or hands to touch.
Or a heart to feel apathy.
Im alone on this endless sea
Of lying smiles and death.
I no longer want to hear this shit,
i wish that i was unborn.
As the masks come off,
I cry tears of acid.
They trickle down my cheeks so red,
and burn my heart away.
This world, such a piece of shit,
Every last person lying filth,
My soul is half gone,
I sold the other for a kiss.
Sympathy of the liars
Burns my wrists so bad.
Sympathy from selfish souls,
Who fear their death so bad.
Im so used, abused, by society...and you
It's hard to rise from bed.
I cannot see a reason to die,
Nor a reason to live
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Those evenings
when imagination is agony
binding and blinding
when the heart cries out
alone and unheeded
crouching behind windows
waiting for
her
who will never come
the world is turning into an unreality
that has nothing to do
with me anymore
what experience can be more cruel or painful
than this numbing withering indifference
those evenings
when you have left every ideal and
all innocence
far behind you
and are sinking in the swamp of your mind...and imagination
where every thought looses color
and like a maelstream, is turning around a single core of dry unfulfilled yearnings
those evenings when imagination is agony
you cannot imagine ever rising to the surface again
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Torn between the desire for closeness and the need for distance
the boredom
the yearning
the ideal the mind creaves & life rarely supplies.
torn between myelf and dissolving
i watched the pain fade from my eyes
with time.....
replaced by nothing
searching my reflection in vain for a spark of felling of hope of life...
of me
the lesson learned: everyone leaves
others are important only for awhile
and for fading memories
but how not to let the soul harden knowing this
how to reject despair
torn between the pain and the void
strolling on the edge of reality...
the border of imagination
tempted both ways
the path i follow
leads nowhere
a path i will walk alone
a circle
a spiral tightening and uncurling