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UntitledI'm trapped in an uneventful town.
in a duller person
the pass of time effects neither
Things becoming more what they seem
I am nothing; this town is faded.
Self TalkI don't have the skills of an artist
nor the conscientiousness of a poet.
I'm reminding myself,
surely, it'll help me not to think.
When I'm this useless pile of shit.
I'll reinforcing this life of hurtful words.
An Another Kind of HopelessI've lived too long and I apologize.
My existence adding no weight.
My thoughts no depth, little weight.
I woke to the morning just like you.
But I'm not straight! My arrow sinks.
desperately holding onall sequences the same as the last
is this my life
have we devolved
i feel so primitive
on all fours crawling around
unsure of all directions
my hope is without itself
notes strewn on the floor
no music can puncture this solitude
"do you love?" even your positive response
lacks passion, you are a prisoner
locked in by your conviction
trapped by demand
if you're so tired, give up.
least we'll be freed.
instead of caged doves, unfed
because of an emotional error
this, the last cry i will let out
before i go dead
a cry formed by desperation
found only in the loving lonely heart.
The things wallpapers can doWallpapers on my desktop,
So I can enjoy my fandom in silence
Wallpapers on my desktop,
So they can give me advice.
When I am lonesome.
Wallpapers on my desktop to remind me:
What is lost can be refound.
Wallpapers to do the that things that people do
When there's no body around.
Wonderful Fusionif only i had this wonderful fusion
of the right parts
come to a better conclusion
but instead, despite those best intentions,
i'm sliding down cliff and hill
wishing that i had a larger frame of referenece,
some better understanding,
or maybe just to be a better person
but then i'm too hard on myself.
i'm too juding
murdering myself in this slow climb
but if only i had that wonderful fusion
of the the right meat parts
that'd make it easy,
the conclusion wouldn't be worth seeing.
Destruction at the Hand XAngerexpresisons of angry come hard to me
the swift hammer seems not to make a sound
there are no excuses for you
is this who I am? what about you?
is this the extistent of your power?
show me, show me, your passion has faded
your honor like the flags of fallen houses
has lost all it's glimmer
it appears now as a house of cards.
you expect, expect my anger to go away
again you insult me you insult me~!
Your words, oh they on death eyes and ears.
is this the end of my existence?
this anger, won't to consume my heart?
all my dreams going up in flame
i'm not shamed, holding the lighter.
there's nothing left of them anyhow
so what if they're engulfed by this?
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