Inked In RougeShallow system that tinkers within my soul playing its medleyInked In Rouge by asianblade
Destroying the cords of my heart stripping away the animal I am
Feasting upon my own emotions swallowing the bitter pill
Of acceptance suffering the temptations to feed upon the voices
In my head taking actions to scrub away the hate within my skin
Negativity echo in my head taunting me into a deathly existence
I'm twisted and delicately sweet to my own demons pleasing them
With each cut I take embedding the wound showing my scars to the world
And you bleeding in my own story telling you my nightmare
Quite rare, the tone you seep upon thy reap you creep.
Sights flare within the mind of a once-valentine.
Call it mine, the columbine bled more truth than this blistered youth.
This blistered you...
On knees plead a heart bled
By what you said, "too soon to be dead."
Write our controversy, stout heresy mislead by dependence.
What blood could mend this broken pendant?
Pouted drops stupor stupendous.
Steel super suspended tempting
Fallingmy words feeding the negativity once again storing its feast upon my flesh absorbing the root of its maker pouring itself into my rib cage clutching within myself decomposing in the mist of it all belittling my soul with the spoils of doubt and defeat counting the days to my last breath with life so hard to see the bottle half full with jack daniels sinking within the darkness caressing away the threshold of my depression pulling away at my organ bursting into beautiful hues shedding red tears upon the floor splattering my true nature once again empty hollow human dragged around the pressure of staying true to her essence and state of a deranged loner fighting with the monster inside of herself destroying the bit of confidence she could ever spell with admiration laughing at the world while she's on edge waiting to taste the asphalt of the ground crushing her into rumble and seeing beauty in the breakdownFalling by asianblade
Don't Speakjust a girl in a crowded world suffocating from negativity grasping for acceptanceDon't Speak by asianblade
just a girl wanting to be loved taking seriously on her downfall
just a girl within a mask turning into a hollow hole
just a girl wanting to be beautiful in her own skin
just a girl in her own jokes with no punchline for her emptyness
just a girl following the guideline of her condition keep quiet and lie to yourself
just a girl crying over the same damn things
just a girl to pussy to cut herself into two
just a girl to big to squeeze herself into a skinny jean dream
just a girl wanted a mother to hold her without judging her emotions
just a girl who needs to be sowed into a pattern of hope
just a girl wishing she could accept herself instead indulging her flaws
just a girl denying that anyone gives a damn about a emo tool
just a girl eating away her existence
just a girl goi
Facing RealityThe rabbit holeFacing Reality by Rumbleroarthelion
chased me down
and spit me out
leaving the world
but it's been three days
and my world
still hasn't inverted
so I keep running
because my shoes are my safe haven
and if I keep moving
I might just find home
Where my reality makes sense
and the joy is maddening
and the pain is beautiful
and it will never
be too late
RevisionI never learned how to rest in peaceRevision by The-Virgin-Suicide
At least not with earrings in
And not with your voice in my head
And laughing at the reply
If ever my heart kissed the ground before
I don't remember
And your feet are squeaky clean
And I think I might love you
Fill my glass with wine
My eyes with stars
My lips and arms with you
You're all I want
And if I knew what that meant
It'd give me nightmares
Word DanceI dance with you, words,Word Dance by knittingknots
listen to the soft, seductive singing
you echo in my mind,
teasing me with visions
of battle and love and hope and sorrow,
of places high up on the mountainside,
of clear cool waters,
Wrap around me, words,
play your magic through my soul,
and perhaps, we together
might write a poem or two,
children of our meeting.
CondemnedShe loathes the vacant feeling,Condemned by RemainToBetray
beneath every pore;
the desolate sensation in general.
The scrutiny that she has stored,
is beginning to decay,
and give way to all of the things,
it pains her to hide within herself.
She's become an empty bucket,
and misery trickles into her one drop at a time;
a collection she uses as her only vice.
The paranoia that she's beginning to sense,
is finally hitting the surface;
she knows they can see it scrawled all over her.
There's braille on her hips,
because it's easy to feel her every inch;
and she's content with her momentary lapse of apprehension.
No longer does she have a choice,
but to succumb among these worms--
this scum of life itself;
making her way toward the scalding hot