My Confession~
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The rhythm of loneliness,
With the beat of heart,
The silence conquered,
With a melody so dark....

The lyrics written by pain
Were sung by tears,
The melody rhymed
with the chorus of fears..

Anxiety beating the drums..
Oh the sound is loud..
Confessing to stay forever,
My depression vowed..

The darkness playing it's piano
With black and white keys
The song was perfect and
They made it for me...

And that echanting hatred
completed that song of dysphoria..
Listening to it, existence of mine is
Fading like my euphoria..

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/Leave me alone/

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•my dark poem•
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Oh the throb...It bites and squeezes
And aches and pinches.It's bursting my artries
And tearing my veins.
It leaves me breathless,and half blind.

It makes my body hot,cold and hot again
It leaves my fingers and toes numb.
My teeth are cracked and chipped
From clenching too hard.
I think my sweat is turning to blood.
My tear pool must be empty,
For my eyes are dry.

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---: DARK POEM :---

Awaking from my grave
I'm seeking for you
In search of your head
That my bloody axe could hew.

Long time since
I was buried in the grave
Now awaken with full power
No one is safe.

I'm going to tear
Every part of your body
This is not a threatening
But a call to get ready.

Blood and flesh
Would be scattered everywhere
When I turn your dream
Into a deadly nightmare.

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Here,
under these changing reflections
on the creek water,
the unwanted one found
face down
and the brother next to the cattails
claims—I didn't do it
his hands slick with salt
and a waxing sickle
eating at his jaws

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My mind & heart are racing each other.

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THE PREDATOR

It was almost blowing a gale,
With blood on his mouth,
He was walking alone around in a dwale.

He let the feeling of rubatosis slip in,
Looking up at the moon,
He was scared of what he was within.

He shouldn't be the one to feel this way,
Claws soaked in blood,
Does he even have a right to pray?

In choked desolation he gave a desperate howl,
"Am I a monster?"
With this thought he himself was afoul.

What did he dread more-
An echo or an answer,
Any one of the two he was still going to abhor.

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