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The darkness is so inviting. The quiet fills me with envy. Because this life is so cruel, And innocence is so vain. In a world so full of hate, False pretenses and counterfeit lies, are all that's left to rely on. Clinging to my sanity. Screaming into the darkness, That you'll find in my heart. Full of sorrow and broken dreams. Place me on this empty shelf, I'm done ranting now. Forget my name and all I've said, You're better off without me.

I wish that the world was fair, And I hope you know that I care. I wish your pain would go away, And I hope you know I'm here to stay. I wish that you would share with me, Share this burden and be happy. I wish for better days to come, And I promise you that we'll have fun. In spite of all this wishful thinking, I see myself, I see I'm sinking. These dreams I have, they're all for you, So I swear I'll do this, I swear it's true

Trade it all away, Love, hope, and freedom. You've taken it for granted, You've wasted all your chances. Discuss with your reflection, Why the world is wrong. Why everyone is lying. Why, with all your knowledge, You can't help but believe. Staring back at you, Your reflection is laughing, And you stop. Why were you laughing? Why didn't you notice? Understand your words, And interpret the past. It seems the memories you've made, Are all that ever last. Alleviate your pain, Release your blinding rage. The mirror in front betrays, As shards land on the ground. Your reflection is gone now, Following the same path, Your con

Paint your monolgue in red, Trace your hate across my neck. This denial can only blind, There's nothing left for me to find. I lost my chance long ago, And now I've nothing left to show. I tell myself that we'll be fine, But it's too late, your words too kind

Staring at this mirror of lies, I see true beauty. And I'm disgusted. The glass shatters against the truth, Ghosts of the past seep throught the cracks. Distort my face, show who I really am. Let me see my flaws, And I'll be happy

Lock the door and hide the key, We'll stay here, just you and me. The world outside will not forget, All we've done, all we've said. But the sky is gray, the sun never shines, The rain is falling, it rains all the time. So lock me away, in this room with you, Because I love you, you know it's true

Your silence speaks the truth The door is still locked But your not crying anymore This realization kills me inside A million thoughts run my mind What should I do? Break the door down So I can be at your side? Or rush to the nearest phone? I don't know how But I know it's too late You're already gone Blood seeps under the door And I walk away You never said goodbye So why should I?

I don't care anymore. I'm empty inside. It's your fault. You pushed too hard, And I slipped over the edge. Your chains and whips, Etch the truths into my back. These scars won't heal. You're driving me insane, And you'll laugh when I'm gone. It won't be long now, I'm losing my grip. So why am I holding on? When it'd be so much easier, To just...let...go. The blade sinks in, I'm falling from the light. Free at last. The darkness is quieting. Calming. Home.

I hate you more than anything, But I can't seem to leave. I cried the other day, But you just shut the door. I broke down again, And you told me, "go to hell." Seems to me this happens, More often than it used to. It hurts me more and more, When you show that you don't care. I don't know why I'm talking, Because you're never there. You never were. You never will be. Did you ever think, Your words would hurt so much? That I would hurt myself? Because my new favorite colour, Is red. This is my goodbye.

Slash away my senses, The end is almost here. Integrity has no meaning, With nothing to hold dear. My vision starts to wander, To the picture on my wall. I see your face and grab the phone, Guess I should give you a call. Dial the phone, and let it ring, Hoping that you won't cry. Don't be upset, it's not your fault, I just had to say goodbye.

For Erin L. S. imagine a religion where words are scripture and we only speak to pray this is how she and I communicate each word with salvation on its edges the sounds of angels in our speech and god in our sentences I never want to open my mouth let sound spill from my lips faithlessly I want each word to move believers in the way I have been moved I want believers to quote my prose knowing that faith is in the understanding of language I want them to take vows of silence except with speaking sincerely no tone or breath should leave lips without a purpose except to shatter shackles or build homes for those less fortuna

105919BONE-BLEACHED observation of decay; finality. as i bled that night i was approached by the demon council with my head bowed low and forced to admit defeat in light of the charges held against me when from my ribcage i tore out that beating, bludgeoned heart - that useless mass - and pleaded to be rid of it as they instead tormented me with threats of longetivity though my blood smells of formeldehyde, with my skull crushed and listless through voices that weep for angels in the undead non-light of the lowest circles and molech, reciting my sins, i-n-c-h-e-s closer across the wastes of nihil to observe my worm-ea

Eight Kisses One You can call it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion or love, or the thing we can't touch, while in motion.         The rush of your mouth in me like icemelt water, innocent, surging like a creek, touching,    stopped.                                                         

"Indeed your majesty, you are the king of the forest. For did you not wear an ivory crown?", the lead wolf bowed before the great white stag. "Indeed your majesty, we hold you in highest esteem. For did you not have a great herd of does worshipping your gracious self?", the wolf continued as he eyed the cowering does hungrily. "Indeed your majesty, it would be our greatest honor to feast upon your noble heart!", the great wolf snarled as he pounced upon the king with the great crown of ivory. "And so the wolves feasted upon the great white stag and his does..." And thus the wise old ram ended his tale. And thus the old ram shook his great

102834COLDSLEEP perchance to dream. time freezes shut of the heart-warming of the folds of sunshine above the clouds or angels and aeroplanes suspended in winter skies by tensile-threads and vapour trails in a fragile moment, these worlds held still in the space between release of breath i dream in silence, like a king. © jmr04