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“Burning
Symptoms”
Some might say,
I am the wrong things.
But all too dark,
My light is forever lost,
Caught in high tide.
Left to read the empty book,
A bloody schism will write the past.
Burning symptoms,
Remind me of light,
In a perfect world,
That threw me away.
The blanket of burden,
Cold and thin,
Grips a still burning heart,
To fill an empty book.
For way too long,
This chimera,
In my prayer,
Has guided the loss.
Through with demanding new hope,
I might say,
I am the wrong things.
This wake of anemia,
Pushes through black tide,
Drenching a blanket of burden.
All too distraught,
By empty pages,
Screaming,
Beating,
Burning symptoms,
Help guide the way.
Across the schism,
Through the prayer,
Across black tide,
My perfect world,
Is of the wrong things.
“Bleeding Once again”
Now I’m bleeding,
On myself once again.
Because I’m lonely,
Could you take the time,
To get inside my mind,
But I’m fucked up.
There’s no help for me,
Now that I’ve let it all sink into my mind.
So now I’m dreaming,
Of the perfect life,
That I’ll never have.
So please give me just,
A little sympathy because,
I do it every day.
I know what you’re thinking,
So listen to,
What I’ve got to say.
Now I’m dreaming,
Of the perfect life I’ll never have.
Because I’m fucked up,
There’s no help for me,
Now that I’ve seen it all,
I just want…
To die…
Bleeding…bleeding…endless bleeding.
“Bloodshot”
Blood shot eyes,
Let out small,
Tears of blood.
Trusting in fait,
Beings live,
A false life.
Always thinking,
There is life,
After death.
Falling tears caress the gravestone,
The gravestone of life.
Blinded by lies,
Blood falls down,
With the message,
Of reality.
Killing them all,
The lies are killing them all.
Bloodshot eyes,
Let out tears,
Tears of blood.
They finally realize,
They were wrong…
“Breathe again, breathe deep”
Taking in the air,
I live once again.
Darkness gone,
Suffering subsided,
Wounds healed.
Taking in the air,
I live once more.
The dark is gone,
Emotional scars mended.
I’m alive…
My knife is idol,
Senseless bleeding has stopped.
Taking the air,
I live once again.
I’m no longer sick inside.
The world is still fucked up,
But I don’t care.
I’m alive once more.
Could it be?
That I was better off dead?
I’ve dreamed of this,
Only to find how hard it is to be alive.
Death,
I miss my old friend death.
“Broken Promises”
Broken promises,
Emotional scars,
Ruined love,
These sum up,
Our corrupted world.
Nobody can evade them.
They hit,
When least expected.
Until then they live,
In the shadows,
Stalking until,
The perfect time arises.
When the time comes,
Reality will become,
A far off land.
Depression will be,
A best friend,
And worst enemy.
Nothing will be the same.
Wishing that death struck first.
Broken promises,
Emotional scars,
Ruined love,
These are far worse than death.
Take my word for it.
“Burden”
This burden is heavy,
My shoulders need rest.
Sinking me into the ground.
With no relent.
It defies all odd,
And doesn’t give me rest.
Rest…
Sweet, sweet rest…
How I long for just a moment’s worth.
This burden is heavy,
My shoulders need rest.
Life weighs me down,
With no relent.
Sinking me into the ground,
I can barely move.
The stress on my bones is unbearable.
Please won’t you ease the pressure?
This burden is heavy,
My shoulders need rest.
Rest…
Sweet, sweet rest…
Just a moment’s worth.
“Bridge”
A broken bridge,
Lies under mist.
They all run,
Not looking where,
Careless feet fall.
Cracking boards,
Fall to nowhere,
Landing in somewhere.
Feeling hurt,
By swaying winds,
A foot slips.
Landing somewhere,
Coming from nowhere,
They all glide away.
A broken bridge,
Reflects,
A broken future.
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