HauntedI can't see any light. My soul is black and cold as starless night.Pain and fear is all I feel.I havebloody scars will never heal.I can't breath.My heart is rotting inside of me.Haunted by the past I can't get away.Fearfull of every new day.I'm Haunted
PainkillerI stared out the window blankly, eyes wide yet nearly sightless as the world blurs. It is now I realize I made a mistake and as I struggled to hold on, trying to make out the blurry images in front of me fruitlessly, I am hopeless.Three Vicodin, ten ibuprofen and a glass of whiskey. As the whole world begins to fade my last thought…I should have never taken those painkillers.
ConfessionFather. I fear I have sinned.My child, what have you done?I couldn't help myself. It was so beautiful. I had to feel it break beneath my fingers; its blood slick my hands, my tongue, my throat. I had to have it in my mouth. I tore at it with my teeth, peeling the skin from the bone. Like jewels, its life dripped from my tears and my scratches. They welled and slithered and dropped. Incandescent beneath the harsh light of where I had caught it. Such a beautiful creature now withered in my hands…. and Father?Yes, child?You want to know the most delusional part of it?Yes.At that moment my vision became clear. Light shown down up
What is Beauty - poemWhat is BeautyAsk me what isBeauty and shall answer that is a Cancer, a disease, why?Because beauty seems to make so many,Envy and wish to Follow and be the same andGet the same looks while theyHate themselves.I dislike that beauty causes so muchJealousy and that Kindness and Love lose soMuch of its power when peopleNo longer care forOthers, but their own beauty.People are Quick to fight over whoRocks the newest looks andStyles.Time and time again.Unearthing nothing more than sadness in the people they say are ugly.Vain is bad. But what is Worse is people feeling bad about themselves.X marks the
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