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Waking Up
Rolling over on the bed,
her eyes they adjust.
Stinging from the tears shed,
she’s filled with disgust.
The room is dim and cold,
with candles scattered all around.
She tries to get a hold,
but falls to the ground.
She crawls across the floor,
searching for her blade.
The tears they come more,
she wishes the pain would fade.
She looks at her reflection,
and see’s that face she disdains.
Why can’t she be perfection?
the torment she can’t contain.
She traces the scars on her wrist,
and dreams of something greater.
With a tightly clenched fist,
she remembers that traitor.
He used her and abused her,
then she crawled back to him again.
She’s hopeless, she concurs,
hopeless and insane.
She longs for her addiction,
painful, abusive and true.
She wants more affliction,
wonders if he knew.
She takes hold of the blade,
slices up her arm.
Glad to end the masquerade,
she likes to feel the harm.
Wondering back to her bed,
she leaves a bloody droplet trail.
Trembling, she touches her head,
cold and damp…she knows she’s pale.
Lying down, she feels relief,
no more need for the tears.
The end of all of her grief,
she hasn’t felt this way for years.
Everything’s turning black,
her eyes they want to close.
But she won’t look back,
This is the path she chose.
And with her heart’s last beat,and mouth’s last breath,
feeling like she’s drowning, she welcomes death.
She’s glad to leave this world of scorn,
wonder’s if any of it will mourn…
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Take Flight
I feel the persisting tugging at my wrist,
I look up to see my kite dip and twist.
The image above is a longing sight,
Oh how I wish I could fly, take flight.
Leave behind all these earthly woes,
Go wherever the invisible wind blows.
To not have a care about my plight,
Silently leave here, take off, take flight.
I long to float, to weave, to sway,
Long for the sky to take me away.
How elegant to drift from day to night,
Spread my wings and just take flight.
I yearn to go, play through the clouds,
Escape from cities & hurried crowds.
To see the sun on the horizon ignite,
Feel me drifting and to merely take flight.
I ache to be above God’s creation,
To feel the feeling of highest elation.
Not to anymore live in fear or fright,
But to be free of here, free to take flight.
I desire to soar amongst the eagles,
To feel as though I’m something regal.
I desire it with all my soul & might,
To be released of pain, to take flight.
But no matter how much I’d delight, In soaring just like my little kite,
I know that I’ll never reach that height, Never see the sun so bright.
And no matter how hard I fight, Life on land will never feel right,
But I can dream of being with the sky so light…
I can dream of soaring, floating, flying, taking flight.
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Martyr Girl
She walked in the torture chamber, trying to catch her breath, but with all those stares and whispers from the people who surrounded her, looking like angels of death…it was hard. She knew they were talking about her.
Freak Not Wanted Leave Don’t Belong
She felt dejected, like a corpse would feel as it’s being buried. Because of them She ended up losing all hope in herself, and then beginning to hate herself. She hated herself like the dead hate the worms and maggots that surround them. She didn’t understand. Why did she have to fit into a certain criteria to be liked in places? She thought she was special, they thought she was weird. It seemed this might be her final curtain call.
Persecution Led To Conviction Led To Affliction Finally Crucifixion
She’d witnessed what they did, how they treated people like her. They treated them like a small child treats a spider, catching it so that they can pull each and every leg off, slowly, just to see what the spider will do. They hated the unpopular ones, the ones that didn’t quite fit in. And she hated it here; she wished she’d just stayed home. But she knew that today was about her…about her final obliteration, her annihilation.
Could She Commit Suicide Before They Made It homicide Both Led To genocide But They Were Never Satisfied
She entered into the crypt, and caught a glimpse of a dark figure, all the stares made her feel like her very soul was being stripped to be laid out bare on a table and examined like an autopsy. She felt like an ant under a magnifying glass, knowing that it’s going to die but powerless to do anything about it. Just like she could do nothing about what stood before here. It was the Reaper. The dark rider. Their leader.
The Reaper Looked So Sinister With Her Pallid Face Lips Red As Blood Hair Black As Night Eyes Cold As Death Itself
From the glint in the eyes of those that surrounded her, and the sudden buzz of anticipation and excitement that seemed to fill the entire room, she knew that this was her demise, and that this place was her final resting place. Her catacomb. Her grave. Her tomb.
She Knew That She Was Theirs Their Sacrifice
