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Is it better or not to hide? The answer seems to be unclear To move along, regretting each stride Or smile 'cause lying subdues the fear

Let's take you off of that marble throne for a little bit. Let us maybe look at you through four different lenses, three different colors, two personalities, and one girl with golden sludge smeared across her soul maybe this is what God's semen looks like? Maybe the knights of the 80's and the 90's will find you, discarded like Lucifer's wings in the back ally of that pasta shop you love so much. maybe you'll have had all the trash you can eat or not enough. Maybe your old demons will be new angels and call you beautiful, and worthy (like oil) or lustful, and see-through like diamonds (like lingerie) or maybe they will speak french for you,

Belief. I’d rather believe in something, Rather than to believe in nothing. Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose. It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface. It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments. It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings. And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in To something that is not indefinitely there And that it was us who made this world unfair. But if you believe there is something greater in p

My emotions are raw and worn-out like Old shoes, walked too far, with such a long way to go My stomach is sick, and still I persist As if some pagan god will save me From a world like this And what can I say? You don’t understand No matter what I had planned My life turns out this way My only light in this wicked world And you don’t seem to see I’m no longer a little girl And I can’t be who you want me to be Under stars that are bleak In a sky that is dark I am too tired, too weak, To bend to your heart Perhaps if I beg, perhaps if I plead Under a sun that is cold, and clouds that are grey You’ll wake up one

You still cross my mind, you're still deep in my heart, my chest is tightening. I remember when you held me, when you still loved me, my throat feels tight. I still hear our conversations, the way we used to talk, my breathing rapid. Memories seem so distant, but you're still close, my eyes shut tight. You seem to be doing better, but I'm doing so much worse, tears start to fall. I still want you, I still need you, you don't seem to care about me. I wish you could see, how much you mean to me, but you're so blind, and I'm so shy. I just keep hurting myself! I hear your voice, I feel your warmth, can't breathe at all. You said you loved

Turning Cold She opened her heart once again To the joys of love to one so dear Believed in the beauty of his words Felt his love so deep within Then once again like before They all turned to ashes As she is left empty and alone Watching as they burned away A banchee cry falls from her lips A curse to all men comes from within As her heart turns into diamonds As cold as ice and hard as stone As crystal tears fall from her eyes She turns her back on all mankind

Each little lie, or hidden ambition Hides in a hole, as is tradition Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions That once were loved, in someone's possession All the broad smiles, each a facade With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd Still broken treasures can easily lie To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry Though cloudy with tears, and false memories Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze As such locks can try, but still cannot Forget what was already hastily forgot By those that are troubled by labourous pasts As thinkers attempt to help them at last Claiming their tales and lies to be so But what do imaginary people

Somewhere; Within the ocean's- Overly sensitive serenity. I can feel, My twisted innards unwillingly- Suffocate; As our burning sun- Falls beneath a cotton candy horizon. I'm fishing for my (anchor adorned) sinking personality- But I think I lost track of my wiggling bait a long time ago.