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| Blood Thickening Blood, thick, so thick that you'd cut yourself and it would barely drip, Instead it would need to rip, rip you, your skin, But it would'nt matter, In fact it does'nt, does'nt for me, I'm already cut, I'm already ripped, I'm torn, But it does'nt drip, no it does'nt, Cause i'm thick, I may endure sufferings, I may endure inner beatings, but no,you may not call me a weakling, cause i'm thick, so shut it,you little prick, It's all about a matter of time, death awaits, awaits its bait, It feeds on hate, It will decide my fate, Yet,it's too late, I've become too thick, Not to be too thin, Scabs and scars, they cover me, chewing me, chewing my flesh, but i don't mind, even though death itself has died, living is suffering, and then i'll keep thickening, until my bones implode, until my mind overloads, and i get shut-off, then black totality, Black Insanity, My blood has become black, and i have become thin. |
| The Lost Piece I am the lost piece, the broken piece, once attached to, the now shattered mirror, which broke apart from, apart from the rest, apart from me, i am the shattered heart, i am what they say, i've broken loose, only to be lost, forever not to be found, but bound to rot on the ground, I am the lost piece, the dismembered part, the rejected part, the one which no one ever talks about, fear of bringing me back, they prefer locking me out, out of this world, out of this reality, alone with the insanity, forever not to be, I am the lost soul, the tormented, the tortured, i live with sorrow, i live within anger and sadness, with fear and madness, always crumpled up in the darkest corner of the room, i'm there, even if i should'nt, i breathe in pain, pain which is my home, i let it flow through my veins, i let it destroy me bit by bit, until i myself become shattered within, and broken pieces shall fall apart, apart from the blue heart. |
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| Humans of Earth Don't try to act like nothing's ever gonna change, we're all roaming, we're all crawling, accept the way we do act strange, instead,don't stare at us when we age, Yes,we are similar, yes,we may all be sinners, I can't even speak for myself, so why should you try? Why can't i cry? These inner feelings have not all been lies, Questions but fear, they've all given me blurry tears, My mind races as i speak, adrenaline keeps me rolling, i mus'nt get weak,nor be a freak, compress all these thoughts and pain, inner feelings, and rain, i must hurry, take cover, hide, a ball of emotions shall remain, and we will be stuck untamed. |
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