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Wilt

by MELANKOLIUM

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For the pain that I see in others, done by thorns Collages of scars on punctured eyes, without color No refrain or sequenced rhymes, nor metaphor Analogy without pairs was deformed Jail oblivious, each and every soul Rotting skies where gods and angels hide behind the clouds Waving hands incised with nails, all walk a narrow road Absence of silence made us tired and closed all our doors We know ourselves through our wounds and let the blood like water flow Paint your bed in crimson red till your treshold Always remember, promise you'll never forget what you have lost Little teeth with blood red cheeks and hair like thorns Next time when you look at yourself see what you have become The emerald absorbed the heart and made it yet so cold Sunshine turned into night and all daylight is gone Soft skin with bottomless scars, hard like stone Perhabs tongue amputation is a blessing somehow Speak will be impossible and words can not slip out Experiences of beaten faces in the hospital Still haunt your youth, the ugly truth you can not dissolve Maybe your pain is needed for hatred to grow For the dead to be punished and to burn their soul Clearly entertaining, a puzzle to solve How can you be so repulsive and fall so low Useless and hideous Only a shadow As truthful as god Lie even more Nothing and none Worthless error How to consider that as love? Do you feel displaced at all? But acting faithful So ask the Mother, Father, Ghost is there any hope? To change the relation, or repent what you did wrong Giving my mind a rest From constant pressure Again and again in search for shelter Veils of mist Cover our treasures Frostbitten leaves Like the day I started to wither Hair like thorns Little teeth Sharp words Blood red cheeks Pursue your dreams With your fiend But remember the mist Abhorrent and sick
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Rotting lambs here Damned in the wake of drift Waste yet another holy place we called home Couldn't bring back my drawings Absorbed and profound Temptations and enjoyings fell behind a sequence of clouds Until this happens to you Deny your fault From a significant mind just the absence of heroes was found Reflected in silver which weight we could not lift Corrosion of brass has scattered the sound of the hymns Places where you can prove to yourself that you exist Against the pressure of water are collapsing Broken upon impact with solids Drying in a sea of coal, the sun and the moon we eclipsed Like unwanted children living to be punished Combined together with a holy seal of fire and gasoline Any particular feeling has been removed Eyes observing were sinking into rooms Orgies of hundreds are meeting Deformed mothers womb Mattresses of every relationships cold tomb Low hanging we are Chambers of harm Heavy burdens of disappointment Like a ripped letter Solemn cigarette scars Nobody will ever know why it mattered Raking disguise Falling mask Like an empty house only filled when it's entered Horrible past Without a future Only negative options can happen Monuments bulit from corpses Only paths leading nowhere A cage that hatered built Sentences without release Infection and disorder Addiction to white powder Five days without sleep Sicknesses without relief Weapons that have corroded Memories are distorted Holes we cannot fill Wounds we cannot feel we cannot feel
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Ornaments of wounds I made myself They grew and holes are all that was left Every cut you do, you did to yourself Your life is pointless, and nobody cares. Each substance of you meant less than dirt You will never be what you once were Look into the holes as dark as your heart What you see is nothing, and nothing is what you are Torn is your skin ,now you can not hide The holes left show your insides Utterly disguting is your soul and mind Ruined by monuments of filth and self harm The holes you cut show your flaws You deserve each and every one of your scars The holes see how cruel you are You are useless waste They will throw you away Burn you up Demolish your spirit Your damaged frevour Terminate your existence Injure and Harm Put an end to this life Useless waste You will forever be nothing and no one Dismantle your mask You are a failure Shatter yourself Grow your scars For all you have done You will be forced to die In endless suffering Nobody will hear your cries Horribly you shall languish Never you will stand up Go through endless ache Before you shatter They will burn you up look into the holes They are all you are Into the holes you made you will fall
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released January 13, 2021

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