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You are strictly confined in the world you share with the unloving and unthinking masses during your waking life,
as the light of day dims before its sleep, your body aches for a release,
the stars blanket the darkness in soft glowing light as you approach calmly the horizontal doorway,
your eyes grow heavy with the weight of restrictions, you’re drawn to folded sheets like a drug,
silently you fall through the void to the other world, whose domain is yours alone,
shatter the glass bars the imprison you, listen in delight as the fragments rain to the ground around you, each one a note in the symphony of your liberation,
grasp hold of embers burnt of passion, let the ash cascade down your mask eating it away,
screams like cracking thunder spout forth from your war painted grimace,
crank open the floodgates releasing the waters of suppression that you have stored, allow the waves to cleanse your mind of infectious habits, let the tide split through abandon memories and empty your system of past falsehood,
break through the cage that holds back the hound, unbind the beast from its chain,
feel the grass bend under your feet, let the scent of earth fill your nostrils,
choose well of your hunting grounds, waste not the moons illumination, purge your body of its restlessness, lay straight the contorted emotions,
permit past instinct to take over, push yourself hard in the pursuit of your target,
succumb to your primal urges as you gaze deeply at your true self in the reflection of your preys eyes,
bare your teeth and embrace tightly your freedom, strike fast and true to that which you desire,
as the sun peeks over the horizon and begins its ascension into the sky allow it to raise you from your world, pulling with it the possessor of the undying flame that burns in the heart of the forgotten stranger of your past, the one who stares longingly back at you from the mirror,
open wide your weary eyes,
shake the slumber from yourself,
wipe the painted ash from your cheek and take control,
this is your world too.
as the light of day dims before its sleep, your body aches for a release,
the stars blanket the darkness in soft glowing light as you approach calmly the horizontal doorway,
your eyes grow heavy with the weight of restrictions, you’re drawn to folded sheets like a drug,
silently you fall through the void to the other world, whose domain is yours alone,
shatter the glass bars the imprison you, listen in delight as the fragments rain to the ground around you, each one a note in the symphony of your liberation,
grasp hold of embers burnt of passion, let the ash cascade down your mask eating it away,
screams like cracking thunder spout forth from your war painted grimace,
crank open the floodgates releasing the waters of suppression that you have stored, allow the waves to cleanse your mind of infectious habits, let the tide split through abandon memories and empty your system of past falsehood,
break through the cage that holds back the hound, unbind the beast from its chain,
feel the grass bend under your feet, let the scent of earth fill your nostrils,
choose well of your hunting grounds, waste not the moons illumination, purge your body of its restlessness, lay straight the contorted emotions,
permit past instinct to take over, push yourself hard in the pursuit of your target,
succumb to your primal urges as you gaze deeply at your true self in the reflection of your preys eyes,
bare your teeth and embrace tightly your freedom, strike fast and true to that which you desire,
as the sun peeks over the horizon and begins its ascension into the sky allow it to raise you from your world, pulling with it the possessor of the undying flame that burns in the heart of the forgotten stranger of your past, the one who stares longingly back at you from the mirror,
open wide your weary eyes,
shake the slumber from yourself,
wipe the painted ash from your cheek and take control,
this is your world too.
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Sometimes
Sometimes, the smallest things in life become the most important to you, and sometimes it doesnt.
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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.
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aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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