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You are the one, carving sins,
yet it is my hand, that feels soiled.

You are the one, surrounded by rotting flesh,
yet it is my being, that smells putrid,
my skin, that seems tainted.

Besrmiched. Blemished.

Just for I'm your child,
am I a monster?
Is it in my blood, father?

#OC #draft
Take my pieces,
all you need to make yourself whole,
Then kiss my wounds,
and be the melody in my sea of silence.

#love
There is a raging sea,
stormy at the shores,
filled to the brim;

I wish to let it go,
break the barriers;
yet I can't find the strength,
to let the crystal drops fall
and be free.
__

I desperately wish to cry.

#Scribble
Slowly, carefully, please stretch your arms out...

Reach for me quietly, tenderly,
grab me tightly and don't let me go.

I'm a wounded animal,
scared and writhing;
I may hurt you,
wrapped in the cocoon
of my own suffering and madness,
but please do not leave me,
for the beasts to feast.

It's not my intention to hurt you.
How can I? You are my salvation.

Save me.
Save me.
Don't let me go.


#OC #draft
Precious heart, precious heart,
listen to my pleas, don't fall apart.

Do not shatter, do not grieve,
Do not rage, do not weep.

I'm holding on, by the skin of my teeth,
I wish for nothing,
just a moment of peace,
just one selfish breathe.

Precious heart, precious heart,
you are all I have, don't let me depart.

#scribble
We dreamt of peace and harmony,
Spring and bloom,
yet, now all we are;
a disposable pawn.

Lying In a barren battlefield,
a sea of tattered bodies,
staring at a red dawn.

#war
Perhaps if I resent you,
despise you, blame you,
for leaving me in this hell,
I may come to terms,
with this loss, this overwhelming grief.

But what worth is it,
resenting the dead.

#Scribble
Your kindness, burns me.

I'm a sinner, a liar,
an incarnate,
of what should be abhorred,
yet, you look at me, with that
kind, ocean, warm gaze.

It burns my skin.
My eyes.
It seizes my being.

#scribble
My hands are heavy,
glaring crimson in the moonlight.
They smell putrid,
rotten flesh tattered across the floor.

I have killed you,
with my own holy hands;
red lines across pale skin.

To keep you safe
from this tainted world.

Pure.
Unblemished.
Untainted.

My treasured child.

#scribble #OC
I wish to drown in my tears,
take a dive in my despair,
I wish to reignite the dying flame
and let chaos be born again;

And in midst of it all,
I wish to find forgiveness.

For myself.
For the child in me.
For this shadow of mine.

__
I wish to loose you,
to revive the dying universe in me.

#Scribble #HID
Oh Sweetheart,

If only you knew what withers inside,
If only I could scream what shatters inside;

These walls would be torn,
and this house would be a home.
___
It's not your fault,
I fall apart.
It's not your fault,
I'm trapped in this vault.

#scribble #OC #pillowthoughts
Sometimes,
Silence is the loudest one can scream.

#scribble
Somwhere between the lines,
of you and I,
yours and mine,
We forgot,
there used to be
an 'us.'

#pillowthoughts
I'm exhausted of your love.

It weighs me down,
Suffocates my being,
traps me in this cage,
and yet you call it freeing.

#OC
Please let me go,
If you can't hold me tight,
Please let me leave,
If you can't be mine.

I'm tired of running in circles.
Hoping, begging, praying,
to be the reflection in your eyes.

#Scribble
I envy his eyes,
I envy his lies,
I envy his words,
I envy his sword.

I envy the way he holds you,
the way he wraps you in his arms.
I envy his love, I envy his heart,
I envy that you held him,
while we fell apart.

#love
I was raised a silenced child,
I never learnt to scream.
I was raised on expectations,
never taught to dream.

#Scribble
I stood proudly in the mirror;
I wore his shirt,
I wore his trousers,
I wore his badges,
and I stepped in his shoes today.

My mother fixed my tie with misty eyes.
Amber orbs drowning in grief.

I looked at myself again,
bursting into an ugly cry.
__

He is no longer here,
to pat me on the shoulder,
and say, "I'm proud of you, son."

#OC #Scribble
I embrace the hand that holds the blade,
I blame the edge,
I blame the knife.
I embrace the salt on the wound,
I blame the thread that stitched the flesh,
I blame the strife.

How can love, be so bitter?
Surely, It's my fault.

#pillowthoughts
2024/06/16 08:33:52
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