possession
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Reach out with the
Flint of your knife
And circumcise my brain
Only then, only then
Can you, my love
Make me sane
Does it seem to matter then?
Will it seem to matter then?
They are always there
Even when i can't see them
I can sense them.
Creeping around the outskirts of my conscience
Venom seeping from their lips
With the light shining on my face,
You told me I look full of grace.
When I flared my nose while I was upset with you,
You told me it was me you wanted to pursue.
When I cried about something so small,
There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
You watched me from my window and took out your anger on my body with your eyes.
~awatr
Hands or claws?
Fangs or teeth?
Fur or skin?
The broken dishes
The broken chair
The broken girl
The broken home
Shakingly removing the weight from her left hand
Realizing the danger
The curtains have closed, do not slow your breathing.
Midnight has come, you feel them near.
The Demons are coming, the Demons are thieving.
I've got the scars on my heart to prove my pain
After this I will never be the same
You say I only have me to blame
But you, the liar, should feel ashamed
I've got scars on my heart to to show why I cry
You.You think you want me outta your life?We both know that's a lie.Sure I'll give some space to fly.But without me long, you die.This is our complicated relationship. Face it.
You.You think I don't know you,But you are as wrong as hell.You, I know all too well.This is true you can tell.I don't need to speak the obvious,The hidden person beneath the mask is you.
I feel bad for any guy who falls in love with meBecause I don’t want you to tell me you love meI don’t want you to bring me flowers and coffeeAnd soup when I’m sickI don’t want you to catch a grenade for meOr write me a poem.I want you to vomit in
What do we have if not our minds?
Any ownership we claim is fleeting
Our possessions wither, wear, and decay
Yet, we still cling to things in this world
While our minds slip and fade.
Shattered
Destroyed, crumbling
Crumbled into pieces
Broken beyond recognition
Never to be intact again
Death is a welcome end
Sinking, wasting
Save me
