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I wont take it anymoreFor all intents and purposes, i hope you die. A long, slow death that lasts for years. I hope someone puts you through what you've done to me, stripping lower and lower until theres nothing left, then kicking you down further. Treating you like nothing, then going lower than that. I hope someone is there to tear you down every time you do something right, to crush you when you do something wrong. No one to help, no second chances. Just whittling, slowly wearing you down. No one to turn to. I hope you try to point out that what they're doing is wrong, and I hope they laugh at you and brush it off. I hope you try to convince them, and they ground you into dust. I hope this goes on for years and years, and though you yearn for freedom, you never get there. Maybe, just maybe, then you can see what they've done. Maybe you can understand what YOU'VE done. But no, probably not, because you're too caught up in yourselves to notice a nothing like me. To care for something lower than dirt. To se
I love the You that you hateThe dark and stormy night
That you found me all alone
The kindness that you showed me,
Changed me more than you could have known.
You showed me another side of yourself,
That no one has ever seen,
But that you is hidden away,
Behind a face both wild and serene.
I once hoped that the other side of you would show,
The side you are afraid of,
For even though You hate that you,
That's the You with whom I fell in love.
Forgotten FootprintsThe path that was walked,
From morning 'til night
Is seen no longer
In the dawn's light.
Footsteps that showed
In the damp beach sand,
Are being lost and forgotten,
Swallowed by the Land.
The sea that rolls
In and out with the tide,
Erases the memories,
Of the night your spirit died.
That once walked this shore,
Are lost in the waves,
Now and forever more.
Birth of a LegendThere was once a hero, whose great deeds were foretold by many a prophecy. He was to save many people, be the light to fight away the darkness that threatened to overcome the kingdom. For the first years of his life, he lived influenced by the impending darkness. He was quickly taught the ways of the light, prepared at even a young age to face his destiny. When the darkness overtook his town, it took all that was dear from him. He fought even harder, determined to defeat that which had taken all he knew from him. Two years passed, and he stood before the mountains, their peaks shrouded in a swirling darkness. He challenged the Demon, prepared to face his destiny. The two fought for days, and only one could triumph. The challenge had been made, and he who was destined to win, lost.
There was once one who was to stop the darkness. He failed.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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