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The idle hands of and idle brain
are tightly bound by the devils chain
Crystal ball now shattered, looking glass destroyed,
past and future meaningless here inside the void,
Filled now with emptiness, insanity growing colder,
my pleaser giving pain the worlds weight upon my shoulder
Repenting for eternity, for sins of the forgotten,
emotions here are null, leaving hearts decayed and rotten
are tightly bound by the devils chain
Crystal ball now shattered, looking glass destroyed,
past and future meaningless here inside the void,
Filled now with emptiness, insanity growing colder,
my pleaser giving pain the worlds weight upon my shoulder
Repenting for eternity, for sins of the forgotten,
emotions here are null, leaving hearts decayed and rotten
Literature
A life we call death
In the world we call home, where everything fades to red. We are drowning.
In this dance we call living, we died.
Tearing.
Breaking and opening old wounds and new.
We bleed alone amongst crowds.
We cry in the cold of winter we call summer.
We love on the top of the hill we call pain.
We lived.
Living a life we call death.
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
Literature
alone
I'm pretending to be what I used to be.
I'm falling into loneliness , darkness and despair .
I hoped to repair or to be prepared ,
But I wasn't , and now I'm here
Standing in the night ,
facing the cruel reality :
"The only thing I can be is lonely"
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