"Product"
Just a ripple,
Short and pointless.
A product of change,
Another fake idol,
Running along,
Existence’s assembly line.
Cloned endlessly,
Individuality is forgotten.
A timeless ballet,
A meaningless life.
Just a product,
Used and raped.
Just a product,
A fake idol.
The ripple subsides,
Abrupt and silent.
Soon to be forgotten,
Acceptance become the drug,
Abused by the pointless.


“Plague of questions”
Walking around,
contemplating.
All the questions that plague me.
When will it end?
Why is it so dark?
Will there be anymore light?
How many more times will death skip me?
Why does time pass so slowly?
Why?
Sitting.
Staring into nothing.
Vaguely hearing voices around me.
Can’t I be in total silence for one minute?
I see a road.
It has thousands of people standing along it.
All of their eyes trained on me.
A silent torture.
There is a boy slowly walking along the road.
I call out to her, but my words carry no weight.
So I walk towards her.
As soon as I get up I fall,
continuing to fall,
The air becomes too thin.
Darkness closing in.
What an unexpected death.
As I sift through my memories to look
for any good moments.
I realize there were none.
The falling stopped I landed in the room.
Another attempted escape failed


“Pictures”
Drawing a picture on my wrist,
The cut deeper than every.
The drawing being a fountain of blood.
Blood tickling,
Down my arm,
Bringing some solace,
From our problems.
Then the depression returns,
A cheap high.
Each time worse than ever.
We continue to do it,
Why?
We don’t’ know,
Maybe we fear death…
To fear something we long,
Is completely ironic,
But how far from the truth,
Could it be?
Drawing another picture,
On our wrists,
Now deeper than ever..


"Pressure”
I feel the pressure,
From you.
Manipulating my mind,
It’s true.
Hard to stand it,
Especially from you.
Lay on so hard.
Why me?
I feel the pressure,
From you.
I don’t deserve it.
Leave me alone,
Just let me live.
I didn’t expect it,
Not form you.
I feel the pressure,
It’s all from you.


“Puzzles”
This puzzle is hard,
Help me out.
I’m stuck,
Don’t know what to do.
Please give me one,
Just one hint.
I can’t go on,
Alone like this.
Pieces are falling,
Every day.
This puzzle is hard,
Help me out.
I want to give in,
But I can’t leave.
Take me away,
I’m sick of this.


“Purgatory”
Inside your head,
An angel hides.
Banished from heaven,
Stripped of sanity,
The angel becomes a demon.
Lusting for blood,
He brings you down.
Bathing in sin,
The demon breeds death.

Chaotic dreams,
Scar your face,
For a fallen angel,
Has stolen your soul.
Banished from heaven,
Removed from hell,
He takes root in you.

Ending all hope,
You’re damned with a demon.
For eternity,
You fall,
From grace.
Dark of night,
Heat of blood,
The demon thusly spells your name.

Chaotic lives,
Scar your mind.
Losing your grip,
The demon has control.
Breeding death,
Your angel bathes in sin.

Ancient scars,
Burn your skin.
A soul’s embrace,
Carved in stone.
For eternity,
Lifeless eyes,
Watch another fall.

Completely fallen,
The angel let’s loose.
Accepted by fire,
His purgatory waits.

No longer hidden,
The angel lets go.
Finally fallen,
Purgatory begins.
Burning in you,
Endless dread remains.
Burning in you,
Lies a fallen angel’s wings.


“Please Wait”
Please,
Offer a hand.
The edge is moving away,
Straying from pale fingers.
A wicked life lies down there,
Waiting.
Please,
Light the way.
My sun is setting today,
Running from unholy arms.
The wicked came out that night,
Waiting.

Please,
Stay a minute.
They all leave me alone,
Embracing a rapist’s religion.
The priest watched that bright youth,
Waiting.

Please,
Take this bullet.
The instructions are quite clear,
Make it rain life,
The life of the sinful priest,
Waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting…





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