Tag: loathing
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Corruption and It Grows…
Would Like to Say Smell of ashes in the airWorlds on fireNo one, not me, not you, no one at allCaresHow long has this been coming?How long have we been waiting?Revolution not measured in inchesBut milesDecades fall to the waysideTime lost while others survivedBlink and you’d miss itYoung, the youth…
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Broken Thoughts…
We try to recreate things from memoryFrom feeling, never the same in our headsMisquoting everything in sightSo we begin this story of deceitFrom within, from the soulNeed you to relate even if it is onlyTo prove a pointSelfishness runs deepIgnorance so much deeperDiseased and seeking some sort of careThe depression…
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Something Different…
Broken Soul Even when we try to let it goIt goes nowhere, but straight to the heartWearing myself thin, dead skin maskStretched so tight, who am I supposed to beIf I can’t be youEnvision myself to be betterLies I tell myself to get byBroken boned and everything I despiseTwo more days and…
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Broken Thoughts
It’s been a minute… Gave up more than I’m willing to admitPushed it away like it meant nothingLied to myself and wonder why I’m so fucked upLiar, cheat, piece of shitMy anxiety starts right here with meGave away more of me then I’d like to admitGod can judge me and…
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Something Different…
With Me I can see every last thought you’d ever thinkI live in your dreams though you call them nightmaresMy thoughts are with you day and nightMy blood moves you as though if to fightTomorrow a new day dawnsYet another day for you and ITeetering on the edgeHow much control…
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Something Different…
Before In death we find peaceBut what about the restWhat about here and nowTranquility in sinBlood for passionPassion for bloodDrinking until you don’t rememberForgetting all the times beforeDo it once moreOver and over a repeatingKaleidoscope of bullshitHeard it all beforeExcuses becoming uselessYet I still have moreMy condition is humanBut why…
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Broken Thoughts…
I wrote the novelNow I just have to write the storyIf you stop to think about itI know you’d never do itThe meaning loses effortAs soon as we stop to realizeWhat it means Something starting to smell real weird… should have buried the bodies… What am I doing here?Wasting time…
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Let’s Fake An Answer For the Curious..
These Days The days bleed togetherHow it is or how it always was?Questions, answers, sin, justificationThe days bleed togetherThese days stick togetherHow it is or how I’ve always wanted it to be?Liar, truth, asshole, cuntThe days seem meaninglessWhen you are aroundBleeding, blending, living, dyingThe days are all there seems to…
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And Other Things From This Time…
Emotionally Stressed I’m so sick of these feelingsThis need to please everyoneWhen I know damn well it’s not good enoughPutting myself out on a daily basisBacking my ass up and begging for the painGambling on not winning at allWhy can’t everyone see that it’s all useless like meMaybe they do…
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Calling Me Home… Calling Me…
If I Only Knew Panic attacks are the only way I can feelMy own heartbeat as it beats through my chestI’m so lost I don’t exist anymoreThe feelings I once had I don’t haveAnymoreI see myselfSickening, sickly, sickI see myself slipping down further than I ever thoughtA deep dark hole…
Chewing On Glass... 