I awake in another place. by xxwretchedacidxx, literature
Literature
I awake in another place.
Skies bled acid
Burnt me fast.
Muffled voices
Building in my head like
Stone walls, not to be broken
As I have been once before.
Depression is a blessing
Cover me in it.
Smoke...cigarettes burning outside
Despite the rain
And once again I'm broken.
Badly drawn figures
On tainted walls.
Depression is a blessing
Cover me in it.
I taught you how to smile
Behind your back I cried.
I push the plastic needles into my skin
Smiles fade, and all that's left are your
Sweet embraces and
Like a good book, I can't put these feelings
aside. I never wanted these scabs to heal.
Depression is a blessing
Cover me in it.
The glimmering halls of my residence shall tickle you within
Satisfied, I will be when you see my malicious grin
The light of the candelabra hung overhead will make you sing a dirge
Horror is that which you\'ll see when that ghastly beast will emerge.
His sweet song of macabre will make you boil inside,
Inside is where this ghastly beast will from now on reside.
My cold, dead lips will soon be placed upon yours
And soon, just us terrified immortals will be sitting by the shore
Your eyes will stare into the sky, those eyes as red as ruby
Gazing at the radiant moon, glowing in all her beauty.
The night is hers, she\'ll let it show, sh
The strongest winds can\'t dry these tears
The waves will never drown my fears
I breathe the dusty air and choke
In the tears I\'ve bled I now ill soak
My heart is dry, blood can\'t come through
I\'ve done all this to poison you
Your words asphyxiate me every day
I now have finally found a way
My heart is gone and forver will be
I\'m sad to say you poisoned me.
(May 11th, 2003)
Existence is what I wish to annialate
So I\'ll let my life disintegrate
And I\'ll cut myself to see if I can feel
Because this pain is so unreal
This time love shall not thrive
And I will be left there to writhe
The arms that will cradle me until death will be broad
I have come tio believe that there is no God
My damaged mind hears no more noise
I have come to believe that I am living in a void...
one liquids journey by xxwretchedacidxx, literature
Literature
one liquids journey
I never should\'ve said anything, it got me into trouble
Now I lay screaming and kicking under heavy rubble.
My eyes are burning, my head is aching and my heart is beating quickly
My skin is burning, ripping, tearing and it\'s looking very sickly.
My mouth is filled with dust and I can\'t breathe
\"It shouldn\'t hurt to much.\" you yelled, my anger rising in me
I can feel the insects under my skin begin to slowly seethe.
Disintegrated flower by xxwretchedacidxx, literature
Literature
Disintegrated flower
Scarlett tears tinted the rose
The thorns that dug into my skin formed holes.
Soon enough the rose was tainted, infected
What beautiful petals this rose shedded
Beauty and pain were united into one
Unnatural unisons can be so unbearable to some
This rose represented the world in my eyes
For this world is composed of beauty and lies
Forever lost in dreams unknown
Laying in a bed of flowers all alone
Trying to keep my mind in the blank
In the flower bed I slowly sank
I let the jasmine enwreath around me
But a dark black cloud had found me
Its darkness killed my growing happiness
The black reminded me of death and sadness
This is not what I had always willed
That each time my happiness would soon be killed
My wings are being tied back by sharp black thorns
My broken body disintegrates nowmy immortal soul mourns.
I rip apart the sky with my claws and let blood seep through the holes
My soul is shattered glass, cracked...gone..and no one knows...
Walking over water so icy and cold it burns
I tell you how I feel but you never learn
My exhibited flesh lies there amongs my many creations
Everything I loved was make believe now we drown into damnation
The time is skipping so I must redeem for the wrong that I\'ve done
I learn that I am make believe as well for harm came to me and yet to none.
July 14th 2003.
Past the City of Dis by xxwretchedacidxx, literature
Literature
Past the City of Dis
Small heart of Cocytus
Defenseless, tied to a pole without a fuss
Her long velvet dress was set on fire
She denied being a witch so she was a liar
Screams haunted the city like the sound of grieveing souls
Ashes buried deep into a dark black hole
Her soul still haunts the city
Burning in flames, she was left without pity
Tongue ripped out with pleasure
She was the wrongdoers, right was she never
she shed blood as deep as autumn leaves
Deamons on the wall..it\'s all she sees
Invisible stream of words used subliminally
Contaminated her mind oh so tragically
The Malbeloge destined for the fraudulent and panderers
Hearts cut into
Rolling off his cheek, a black , black tear
But you\'re too asleep to hear him screaming in your ear
The moon\'s beauty blinds you and you can\'t see
That your son is falling from an apple tree
His short tiny legs flailing wildly around
Don\'t look now, it\'s too late, he already hit the ground
The crack of his spine brought tears to your eyes
But it doesn\'t bother you much, right? everybody dies...
I play with heroine and crippled dolls
The toys that cannot speak...
Stop shaking, just look at me
Just listen to me breathe
I want to whisper in your ear, nothing more...see?
I like to cover my limbs..why?
I like to make beautiful, deep incisions in my thigh.
You want to know why my wrists are bleeding?
There\'s some strange red liquid inside me that is seething..
My wings are being tied back by sharp black thorns
My broken body disintegrates nowmy immortal soul mourns.
I rip apart the sky with my claws and let blood seep through the holes
My soul is shattered glass, cracked...gone..and no one knows...
Walking over water so icy and cold it burns
I tell you how I feel but you never learn
My exhibited flesh lies there amongs my many creations
Everything I loved was make believe now we drown into damnation
The time is skipping so I must redeem for the wrong that I\'ve done
I learn that I am make believe as well for harm came to me and yet to none.
July 14th 2003.
I miss your being just down the street. Just the fact that I COULD OF seen you whenever I pleased. But now I'm gone.
I'm going to illustrate another one of your poems.