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My Disease As the flame's ignited;My Disease by ~JonStockton
Into the air the smoke swirls.
The illumination since destroyed,
Replaced by just ashes, the rest is void.
Beautiful is the fuel for the fire,
Bringing to life my one true desire:
To be blanketed in my love to hate
And the destruction of everything that I create.
My whole world crashes down on my shoulders,
And I drop to my knees.
Death is my only option,
There's no cure for my disease.
Thunderstorm Reveling in the deep darkness of the night,Thunderstorm by ~JonStockton
The blackness of my heart.
Red rain dripping
Since the day you chose to part.
A thunderstorm of emotion
With white powder in the air.
Lakes in my hand overflowing,
Drowning the ones about which I care.
Joey - Valentine's Day Poem My eyes have caught the epitome of beauty,Joey - Valentine's Day Poem by ~JonStockton
The lovely one who's name is Joey.
Love burning as a thousand fires,
A passion for you that fuels the desire.
Blanket me in the brightness of your arms,
And protect me from the darkness in my heart.
Take away the painful memories,
Thaw my heart and make me feel.
I don't know what my hate changed into,
But the only way to describe it is I love you.
Head of a Madman As you enter,Head of a Madman by ~JonStockton
You feel a burn.
You notice the bleeding -
Your stomach begins to churn.
You start to walk down the path,
And you stroll into the past.
You run and hear those words,
Long lost pain revived.
Into the head of a madman you walk,
And hear that fateful drunken talk.
Read the response and cry -
This is the time he almost dies.
You see the rope being sluggishly strung,
And listen to his thoughts
As he begs to be hung
Steps up on a chair and takes some more drugs.
As he drops from the height,
He passes out from the pills and rum.
The rope snaps,
He hits the floor like a hammer on a drum.
He wakes up an hour
Cutting razor blade razor bladeCutting by ~WordsFlowForth
where art tho?
sliding across
creating a gouge
I'm hiding, I'm cutting
the razors my friend
it helps take away
the pain that I'm in
making the rivers
run red and drip down
these are my tears
crying? what's that? I forgot how
it's not suicide I'm after
just carving a release
was that a typo?
all I want is some peace
tell the voices to shut up
will they ever go away?
to satisfy them
this is the price I must pay
slashing my arms
and cutting my flesh
creating new scars
old wounds coming fresh
it's thrilling, it's chilling
do you see my pain?
the millions of scars
blood dripping like r
Sta.sh
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The world is just a mirror of where I grew up, and where
I'll be until I die..