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A thousand miles
Filled with trials
A thousand lies
With a guise
Riddled with strife
This is life
Filled with trials
A thousand lies
With a guise
Riddled with strife
This is life
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Tired
Tired
The constant resistance
Restraining this pain
Depleted persistence
I'm weakening again
Starting to lose the fight
Longing just to give in
Waiting alone in the night
With thoughts lost within
I know the hope is gone
Cast off, floating away
I really should have known
This is how it would stay
A victim of my delusions
Shadows in a twisted mind
Haunting nocturnal illusions
I can't leave them behind
Left here in the silence
A chasm of spiralling doubt
Fuelled by internal violence
With no escape, no way out
Lost on the edge of control
One step away from breaking
The cracks across my soul
A step I'll end up taking
You
Literature
Take this life (original poem)
Never cared to question why.
Never free, born to die.
A life that rots into decay,
A boy with eyes that won't see another day.
Starved and deprived of all he loves,
He yearns to die, and so he does....
Sweet was the life she once knew.
Swept up in love, raped by one untrue.
Eyes full of sorrow, a body full of pain.
Into the night she stumbles, soaked in the rain.
Wishing for it all to end, she offers her life.
Wishing for an easy way, she is given the knife....
Know that this pain is real, yet it hides inside.
Our smiles are a facade, our only disguise.
Marked upon our bodies, wounds we hate to feel.
Etched into eternity, our s
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Alone
When I'm alone, I have the impression that the world is running out,
that runs in front of me, do not stop even for a moment
and I am staying away in the back, thinking of
meaning of life, the meaning of existance
When I am alone, the world loses colors
and takes the color of old lace that had long since lost its luster
And I see through this lace every minute of my life
every moment
When I'm alone, sometimes I think about you
You are somewhere on the border of perception, where the eyes can not see
I am almost sure that I miss, although we will talk again soon
It's more than scary ...
I am a strange man, without time, without the
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An extremely short poem I wrote when I was twelve, one of my earlier ones.
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