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i rip my hair out
knowing you'll never see
the beauty behind my eyes
flying high and flying free
your lips are but a trap
full of extacy and fire
but the thought of tasting flesh
I am an anglerfish,
Fishnets stuck in between my teeth,
One-liner hooks spilling
From bleeding gums.
Anglerfish rely on a light to attract prey,
Darkness, a Titan of uncertainties, holding reins of pain.
He whom stifles…
He whom suffocates…
He whom has not a care…
The beholder of lost hopes and of misconceptions.
He that wishes for the broken
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i am a bolt action remington rifle.
i am the nosebleed after a fight with your dad.
i am the bitter aftertaste of antidepressants.
I'm so sorry.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
I just wanted
To hide, I
find a new
reason every day.
I'm scared of
Growing up,
So I run,
I went to a musical, Heathers
It was reccomended for sixteen year olds
And up, and I'm only thirteen
It was my only chance, though, Mum knew that.
Heathers has some 'heavy themes' so there were
I think maybe I am in love
With The Smiths.
I think maybe that’s a bit of a
Problem.
You see, I think too much.
Who inspired me to write?
Was it Edgar Allen Poe?
It was a man whose writings have lived on since many years ago
Verse, Prose, Iambic pentameter
Shakespeare was the best poet of his time and after his time
You, me, go?
My english is broken english
Like a snail trying to reach its destination
Like a baby has spoken its first word
I'm not a perfection or a pro.
Nowhere to express,
