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crawling
Here i lay
alone
fighting against my thoughts.
a corrupt yearning to be quite close.
a delicious chrome
sleep is too comfortable
such anxious bones
to move
to feel again
rigid and cold
creeping into my being
forced under my skin
an immeasurable groove
sadness holding solitude
enveloping deep within.
to loose love twice
plucking my hearts feathers
with gifts to attempt to soothe
i keep giving myself without thought
torturing my soul blue
his sick repetitive vice.
im the temporary, hated treasure
Ive swallowed him whole
the love, hate and pain
from him
its puncturing my weak flesh
bleeding for him
because of him
through him
my heart, he stole
stomping and enjoying the tissue between his toes
i get a beautiful hate
an immeasurable vain
i am transparent now
complete with holes and mesh
how can i love his foes?
i am still his neverending bait
even from so far away
i still reach out.
to love and touch
every word hurts
every second of lifes game play
i have settled for nothing
the elements of life
give me pleasure through all this pain
i still cant close my eyes
i want to change
i want to fly
i want to sink deeper.
into him
into myself
engrossing feeling
transform his game into my own
to be his hearts keeper.
to rip and scar
like he did to my home
still confused
of where i sit in this world
full of beauty.
and hate for myself
an eternal insomniac
fearing tomorrow
i want
to be loved.
instead of used.
his footprints etched on my face.
slimey bruises
cowardly tracks
i cant keep the hope.
within myself
still insane and broken
never again.
will i feel love.
these sad pieces of my spirit.
scattered
to each end of the ocean
i will drown myself with this.
and rise above the heated mist.
hold out for the love.
that will hold me up one day.
with a burning twist
and then thrice
i will fall
in the same hole i have dug
but the chrome from the sun
will carry me up above the floods.
no hope, just reality
my eternal crawl
for an unrealistic love
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IKnowNoBox
18 years 7 months ago
R.I.P. My Pieces
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