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I begged to the light,
I begged for peace,
I begged for life,
I begged to be free,
But the light would not answer,
I begged the darkness,
I begged for hate,
I begged for power,
I begged for death,
But the darkness would not answer,
Then I begged to anyone,
I begged them to hear me,
I begged them to save me,
I begged them to end me,
But they would not come,
As I was left All alone,
Never to be heard Anymore.
I begged for peace,
I begged for life,
I begged to be free,
But the light would not answer,
I begged the darkness,
I begged for hate,
I begged for power,
I begged for death,
But the darkness would not answer,
Then I begged to anyone,
I begged them to hear me,
I begged them to save me,
I begged them to end me,
But they would not come,
As I was left All alone,
Never to be heard Anymore.
Literature
Severed - Shadorma
Nightmares claim,
writhe, twist and distort
hollow eyes,
now empty,
but haunted shells of the dreams
that went oh so wrong.
Pale skin glows
by a candle's light
cold as death,
and yet still
it grows cooler with each night;
refusing to yield.
Crimson stains
play their charming part
on the lips
so silent,
for the tongue has been severed
and the words lain bare.
Confessions,
forever withheld,
lie on the
very tip,
lie on the edge of the tip
of a severed tongue.
Unspoken,
ever left unsaid,
and remain
so they will;
cast aside and left for not,
to be forgotten;
Remembered
only after grief
and horror
strike the
Literature
Heliolatry
Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you,
to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head
like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle,
how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away.
And your voice is mellifluous,
like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call,
and you're the sun;
the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall-
But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you,
none define the faultless paradigm you are
or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit,
but there's no need for any explanation
Literature
Biovat
Twisted tubes, steaming and tangled
A guttural snarl, coarse and strangled
A mechanical creature of
A methodical making
A disaster;
Truly a mistake upon creation
When lungs pumped with air,
Crimson splattered gold
And a desolated city was left to the cold.
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Updated. fixed the spacing. fixed it a little. i took the "for" in " i begged to be free out"
Updated. fixed the spacing. fixed it a little. i took the "for" in " i begged to be free out"
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all i could say .... A-M-A-Z-I-N-G art .
this made me cry
this made me cry