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Dream State of Mind

Dream State Of Mind

Maybe this is a dream
All I know is I don't wanna go back to reality
A cotton-candy blue and pink sunrise, a beautiful color scheme
Everything's sweeter here, I'm oblivious to my problems and I'm carefree
Laying under a bridge, graffiti tags, remnants of troubled soul's past, lit by a sunbeam
In front of me, I see water blue as the baltic sea
Breathing the air warms my...

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Purgatory

entry picture

We're trapped, they said. 

I saw it, have you - 

The eyes that seemed wild with insanity? 

You only get a free one way ticket - 

To the place that feeds on the life of you.  

 

It's a crossroad, they said. 

One path may lead you to Heaven, 

While the other to Hell - 

However, did the naivety of your souls 

Ever give in to ignorance? 

 

Stealing away

A curiosi...

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alternative versiondarkdeathPurgatory

The Box

I am sat inside a box,

My fateful cage.

I push, I scream, I curse, I kick,

And yet...it stands still.

Silent.

Mocking me with it's security.

 

It's steel surface scratches me with every movement,

resurging thoughts of bitter isolation;

It's cold chill reeling through my scrunched up bones,

Mocking me with it's unfeeling presence.

 

I long to feel warmth.

A vo...

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claustrophobiadarkdeathIntriguesubtle

A Single Knife in the Kitchen Sink

A single knife in the kitchen sink.

Its warm blade, used and discarded.

 

Fresh liquid dissipates gently into the water,

transferring its fragile bond away from the solitary metal.

 

The gentle waves wash over its sharp edges,

Whilst its owner viciously scrubs at their hands in the pale water.

 

Once full of dominance and purpose,

It lies there, useless and despised, ...

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Grisly Girl

Someone's sowed pins and needles into her lips.

To kiss her now will pierce your tongue and numb your mouth.
 
This is the smile that cuts,
 
Tears deep, tears the tears apart
 
The eyes that fixate on her lips,
 
The ears that listen to her voice.
 
This is the mouth that eats.
 
It eats, eats, eats away at your flesh
 
Till there's nothing left,
 
...

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The Psychopath

The demons swim where no one sees,

But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,

Instructions so inlawful and oblique,

Heard by no one except from me.

I see the word guilt but what does it mean?

Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,

No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,

A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.

Is it too late to say sorry now that the...

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child murdercold bloodeddarkDeath rowExecutionfree versemurPsychologypsychopath

The Psychopath

The demons swim where no one sees,

But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,

Instructions so inlawful and oblique,

Heard by no one except from me.

I see the word guilt but what does it mean?

Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,

No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,

A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.

Is it too late to say sorry now that the...

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child murdercold bloodeddarkDeath rowExecutionfree versemurPsychologypsychopath

The Psychopath

The demons swim where no one sees,

But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,

Instructions so inlawful and oblique,

Heard by no one except from me.

I see the word guilt but what does it mean?

Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,

No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,

A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.

Is it too late to say sorry now that the...

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child murdercold bloodeddarkDeath rowExecutionfree versemurPsychologypsychopath

The Psychopath

The demons swim where no one sees,

But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,

Instructions so inlawful and oblique,

Heard by no one except from me.

I see the word guilt but what does it mean?

Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,

No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,

A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.

Is it too late to say sorry now that the...

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child murdercold bloodeddarkDeath rowExecutionfree versemurPsychologypsychopath

The Psychopath

The demons swim where no one sees,

But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,

Instructions so inlawful and oblique,

Heard by no one except from me.

I see the word guilt but what does it mean?

Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,

No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,

A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.

Is it too late to say sorry now that the...

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child murdercold bloodeddarkDeath rowExecutionfree versemurPsychologypsychopath

In her dreams

Why has the bitter taste of life
Brought nothing but despair?
Has she quit and renounced her will to live?
The octaves will split and she'll claim absence to her name.
Have you found what you've been looking for?
The citrine was a gift to light your way, but the pentagram on your chest guides you straight to the graves..
Can you smell the rotting flesh?!
Can you feel my anguish?
In between...

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