DecayThis is the end of the world. There is no hope, no possibility that one day things will be back to how they were. All around me is nothingness. Life, as I had once known it, is doomed. Life will soon cease to exist. I have not seen the sun as it was in years; I have not seen another person in months. Where there were once cities, towns and villages, there are large craters, where there were once buildings and homes, there are piles of rubble. The smoke will never clear, the trees will never grow back, and the millions of decaying bodies all around me will never decomDecay
UntitledIt’s an almost-heartbroken type of confusion that sweeps over your body and forces itself into every crevasse touching oxygen, replacing it with a feeling of conscious pain that threatens to tear through every inch of your being and rip you apart piece by piece until you are consumed with suffocation. It’s that feeling that sends shearing pain through and through with the simple sound of a phone clicking off.Untitled
I would give anything to make you realize that these breakup lines really might come from something true. “It’s not you, it’s me.” Don’t you see, darling? It’s not you. Yo
IsolationAlone because I’m different Alone because I’m just like you Never a place for anyoneIsolation
A blade of grass in a field I’m just like you Just as lonely Just as reprimanded Just as ignored I’m just like you
A solitary cloud in a bright sky I’m nothing like you Always lonely Always reprimanded Always ignored I’m nothing like you
The whispers The looks We’ve been there together Not alone, but lonely But we’ve been there together I’m just like you
EaseMaybe it was just an excuse Maybe those kids weren’t all he was scared of Maybe it haunted him Day after day As it consumed him in the form Of tired, restless nights Maybe it snuck up on him Each time he closed his eyes And choked the feeling of ease Out of his mindEase
Maybe it was just and excuse Maybe they had him right where
He wanted to be Halfway between semi-permanent walls of glass And a nagging terror in the back of his mind The back of his throat The back of his chest Maybe it pounded away at his subconscious
Erodin
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I'm lost, won't you join me?
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I'm lost, won't you join me?
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Don't mind me. I'm just an illiterate novelist.
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