Iron lips kiss the ghetto and suck the taste from my filthy mouth
I never sang a day of my death - I have no funeral
Give into thought, oh God now I’m hurt
I hurt like a walloped squirrel talking Kansas - sucked into twisted words like no outlier ever dreamt
Now I am alive
Oh God I am alive
Save me miss or misses - my home away from home, my pillow without a blanket
Painted the sheet of my steel - harshest clunker ever driven insane down route 00
Driver wild on the wheel like he’s riding downhill into the gaping mouth of hell ready to be consumed
Paltry courage does no good to a foolish coward
Let me run my mouth into fatigu
A blaze through the Southern sky by FenrirSleeps, literature
Literature
A blaze through the Southern sky
Tasting a few drops of their own venom Never really hurt anyone. Like a comet cutting its way through the starry sky, I walk among my fellow men. But a comet is not a star, after all, Just like I am not a man anymore, Though from a distance We might look like a star among stars, A man among men. I am but the shadow Who casts my body. I am the tail of the comet: a trail of ice and dust. Trodden down under the feet Of the passers-by I am. Never again shall I from the ground ever rise. Never again shall I ever watch the sunrise. A few drops of my own venom I've come to taste. I have hurt everyone around me.
Food for the Wastebin by Loftydreams101, literature
Literature
Food for the Wastebin
I’ll crumble, at my own rotten hands
A fate better than the wrath
Of traitorous friends
I live to implode
To unravel myself
At the hour of my choosing
When I can squeeze nothing more
From this life
Desolation awaits for me
When the wires in my mind
Have frayed
And my voice grows tired and shrill
That hour is mine
To fill with the trinkets
With the few joys, I hardly knew
This icy solitude is not my choice,
Yet where to cast my voice
That others may see
The warmth in me
So I may at last rejoice
In communal sharing of every day
And love in every way
Providing a home
That we may roam
Together now, come what may.
Absence in darkness
Mirrorless in solace
Is where I keep my mind
Away from view
Indeptitude,
Desperation,
Failure,
Hidden,
Disguised
I conceal these emotions
From my pysche
In truth they are lost but always found
Resting in the deepest recesses
When the truth is layed bare
In the repugnant daylight
I scream aloud
Because I'm ashamed of myself
For existing
There's desperation in his eyes
A lust for attention
His logic tells him one thing, but his mind another
Self-pity
There's fear in his voice
It shakes
He wants
He wants
He wants
He knows life doesn't work that way
If only it were that simple
He can't compete
His passion isn't great enough
He keeps to himself
He hates what he sees in his own mind
Time is aplenty, according to his watch
He feels like time is so scarce
He's scared
He doesn't want to be hurt
He slips again into his own mind
His heart aches
Peace fills the country, freedom fills the city, happiness fills the air. Joy is to be found everywhere you look. You constantly hear that you're incredibly lucky to be living such a luxurious life. You go to school, you have a home, you have food. You have everything you need to survive.
Yet, why is your brain in chaos?
You have no reason to cry. You are in no place to complain. You are not allowed to talk about what is really on your mind - because you are such a pessimist. Negativity isn't allowed here. You must not talk about how you are ugly, fat, stupid, or even the flaws of others. Whenever you voice one of your worries, you are bru
Everywhere is dark and rain
I’ve long forgot the sun
A man lies in a bus stop booth
Asleep against the filth
I pass him by without a word
Or thought beyond my glance
If he even had a face
I couldn’t say for sure
Drowning hearts devour
Grasping at a will to live
Broke and bleeding, colours running
Eggs dropped on a rigid floor
I put to work his brutal fate
As tentpoles of my innocence
Propping up a flimsy shelter
Keeping out the rain
Onlookers I curse in turn
Leaving me to starve to dust
Telling me the game is fair
With all that they inherit
Never seeing faces
In the figures that I carve
All my structures fall away
And I’
Once again I Fail.
Failing I fall, into a pit of self doubt, surrounded by a nest of Broken Dreams,
in the pit though dark, there are two paths, one dimly lit sign reading Self Pity, and one slightly brighter labeled The Hard Road to Success. The path to self pity is straight and even ground, leading slowly downhill to an unknown destination. It's silent ease tempts me. The Hard Road is fraught with pot holes, and all manner of creatures made to drag you back to the other path. But it does go up.
Fight or Flee?
Reluctantly I set myself toward the Hard Road and drag myself through it's obstacles, clinging to the faith that it will bring
Falling deep into metal liquid
Laughter shatters my features.
As I'm sinking,
I'm thinking,
There's no tomorrow for a creature like me.
The metal liquid wraps me in song,
My chest erupts in emotion,
As I'm drowning,
I'm crying,
There's no future for a despicable being like me.
The songs of angels can't pierce the darkness
Enveloped by my metallic prison.
As I'm screaming,
I'm drying,
There's no words singing through my ears.
The metallic liquid surrounds me
Filling the cavities of my lungs.
As I'm floating,
I'm dying,
There's no hope left in me anymore.
When the last drop of liquid
Leaves my aching body.
Agony shall dull my suffering,
Whi