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Let Me BeAre you going to love me now,
Are you going to show me the care I "Deserve",
Because things are different somehow?
Can you now love me better since you've had some time and space?
Why is the forever you quickly threw away now worth your time?
Why do you so suddenly want me in your life?
Don't you know that you destroyed me when you left?
Aren't you aware that anything but silence is just going to break my calm?
Why can't you be saticfied with ruining me and leave me in one Peace?
Please just let me be...
Something MoreThere's tea in the fridge
And coffee brewing in my ear.
Her cup'll be empty soon...
The same movie's on the TV again
And there's nothing we can do
Not to scream for release.
Needing the scream to be free.
Trying to find a way to live
This generic odd life.
Dying for the approval he'll never give.
With my songs for a broken heart playing loud,
I can't hear their voices rise,
As they scream without sound.
Waiting for nightfall
Because it's the only time I feel safe.
Disappearing into a book
And fading away.
Becoming something new.
The old me never to be found.
Stepping out of this body
And leaving it on the ground.
Hoping always to be something pure.
Just wanting to be something more.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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