

Following me stillThe image I'm about to paint,Following me still
may not be what you'd like to read, but it's coming out now, all at once With a clear head and a toxicated mind I will tell you the darkest stories; The darkest stories, my memory could find.
When you're ready, let's go, let's go
Here it comes:
I've been beaten, shouted at, I've been called names and
my homes have been perpetual, Yet somehow, I'm never there. So this may cut off my air but,
Here it comes:
I've been punched in the face by the fist of my mother I've stolen the hearts


For the rest of todayThis is the fourth mark,For the rest of today
I'm burning right into my heart So I can count backwards, to the month I believe my life had a start
Now I'm sitting here with you and as the words fall into place, I remember every mark, yes I picture every single gorgeous detail - -of your perfectly sculpted face.
My little sugar plum, oh, my muse you may be,
for the rest of every month to come
And I hope that we may walk, touching hands may we explore every inch of the path that lies ahead - someday But for now, we may lay our heads to rest and listen in


Ataraxia...Ataraxia makes dying alone so much easier:Ataraxia...
Who knew a heart could act so clastic? It's like our voices could not; They could not resist the static And I, I could not be more ataraxic As my spine rests on a concrete matress Beneath the hands from which it has been crafted For it has been ruptured And I fear the outcome, it is becoming;
Catastrophic
Could you stay by my side, my dear? I know it is not the pain you fear, but the being I have become, it seems; It seems so unfamiliar and weak I'm sorry dear, but my words now...they may be bleak


One by oneCome one come all Tonight we dine Like kings and queens Beneath the sky Fear not the shadows They mean no harm As we all feast On a poor man's heartOne by one
The little people Voice their demand: "The kaisers head And all the land For we've been stomped on For far too long We'll not frogive all that's been wronged
Oh,
Holy ghost of What's yet to come Save us all; Thy kingdom come Now watch us fall Screaming, crying, one by one


Seven Deadly SinsSorrowful Sunday, I'm not a victim, I victimize, And you can't drown me with your media lies. Even though you stick a needle in my skin, You won't give me cancer, not again.Seven Deadly Sins
Mannequin Monday, You are the host to my early-week parasite, You snap my wings, and I fight for flight. Holding me hostage, binded in words, My eyes are straining in all the absurd.
Temptress Tuesday, Stock me up on medicine, You can't wait to twist my hands again. You send me hate mail in heart attacks, And the doctors can't even face these facts.
Wicked Wednes
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~I am a poet~
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"The government stole my meds because they were radioactive, I think they wanted to get high...again"
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