The Body Count of DenialThe Body Count of Denial by ~GrubbsWriting
I would rather desire to attempt something new.
Spontaneous to my soul or soon to be lack there of.
My free will, the miracle is
tainted by my self inflicted curses.
Though you only see the monster through
your morally constructed eyes,
I see myself and others in a cracked mirror,
alone in my own dark little world.
A part of me, in the void of sanity perhaps,
or to the side shackled to some fiend of
the Torturous Realm, a part of me in
powerful fragments lives in this desire of mine.
Only thus far in my most welcome dreams, to others nightmares,
have the fairytales for which I smile come
to a fictional life in the mind,
lost and replaced at so young an age.
I am but a son, a daughter, a brother, a sister,
a father, a mother. An individual of no demons
in the light of open eyes,
but demon of my own flesh whilst so alive.
Of Hell am I born, within the world of man,
unknowing until crosses the first thought
in mind to inspire the act in question,
well and fully aware with the catalyst vic
those aren't tears.our father, who art in heaven,those aren't tears. by ~Ozzkat
why are my eyes hollow?
did i lose them at the gallows,
forming these twin cavities in my skull?
are they waiting for me at styx's shallows?
a brook, however, remains,
crawling down my cheeks.
oh god no, all of them at once, all my banes.
wipe them away, pull your lips apart to force a smile;
they're gone, it's okay, you cleansed your face of the leaking blood-
no one will see.
but i do, i do-
those are gonna stay.
in your eyes, gnarling around the iris, i see the vermilion stains.
The Bane of my ReflectionThe Bane of my Reflection by ~GrubbsWriting
The process of shedding skin is by my many directors
on my own Truman show
by hands of omnipotence.
Reasonable has become the act of abandoning my post
for another, taking a different form out of
the many from which I can choose.
I will condone such a selfish act to inflict murder
to my reflection, with malice and forethought,
the deed long time coming.
I chose to watch my coffins burn whilst shards of
that disgusting mirror burn within them,
screaming the name of my soul in animus.
Though I see nothing, a hand embraces my shoulder
upon my broken body, a warm breathe
flows over, pushing my sighs of relief.
I have killed the man of my face and name many times, and
until my final hour, I intend to be
the bane of that man's existence.
My Writer has written this plot twist in the
scriptures of my flawed name, to mark new chapters
in my history in the making...
I Am So SorryI am so sorry for what I do to you.I Am So Sorry by *TheMeTheyDontSee
I just can't help some of what I do.
I can tell in your eyes, you're in pain.
In your shoes, I would be the same.
I wish I could show, how much you mean to me.
When you look at me, I wonder what you see.
I want to say it's over; do it no more.
In my head I'm fighting a terrible war.
I promise I'm trying as hard as I can.
Please believe me. I promise I am.
You still accept me; hold me tight.
It will be tough, but I will win the fight.
I hope you know how much I really care.
I can't believe that you're still there.
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