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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
Prince Ali Mighty is he Living in deception Strong? No, weak Mighty not he
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
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