I write when I am anxious.
I manifest art when I feel hollow.
I never play a song without reliving old grievances.
I cannot gaze at you without the fear of losing.
Creation and beauty, and the evil behind them
Author: brrrit099
a condescending reality check
i am robbing you
stealing all your worth
when the sunlight hits your face, i can tell you might belong to someone else
maybe im not the one,
for you
laughter dances, and the sun smoothes out your darkness
forever,
being the fool I am,
I will wait
for you
A Certain Kind of Torture
I am awash, with violent thoughts;
cannot control my ponder.
Remain asleep, each painful breath,
awake –
I am no longer.
Passing time, ticks away,
beneath my heaving chest.
Puncture all my future beats,
heart –
slowly stabbed to death.
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The End of Us
come on, hurry up.
run with me!
a little bit farther, we’re almost there –
stop.
do you see it?
right there, high up in the clouds. see it dancing?
it’s beautiful.
what is it, you ask?
it is the end.
do you understand?
it is the end of you, me, and everyone else on this god forsaken planet. but
don’t cry.
the beauty will
come fast, hot,
red,
violent, but quiet.
it will wash over us, returning us all
into the
stardust we came from.
A Tidy Goodbye
I’m at the end of the road, I’ve hit a block.
My so-called life journey, has come to a stop.
With no hope in sight, only blood soaked in fear, I waltz to my grave;
dance of death is now here.
So I’ll tie up my secrets and toss out the key,
knowing that one day,
that stone will be me.
brittle gum 