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I’m six feet below the ground; where I sleep
My body stopped moving and I can’t breathe
A little air, I think, is all I need
But I’m trapped underground and I can’t see
It’s so dark and what was that, did someone knock?
No, just someone walking over this place that I rot
I wish I could scream, I wish somebody would talk to me
Was it a mistake to take my life of disbelief?
I just wanted someone to take away the monotony
All the darkness in my life I thought everything was a lie
I tried to show someone how I felt inside
And then I ended it...well at least I tried
But even in death, I just wish I would die…
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You'll never believe me... But I have been as honest with you as I can be...
Everybody lies.... The only variable to the problem is what do people lie about.....
It's when you make someone face death, that's when truth becomes reality, when
their version of their reality becomes clear, when their priorities come in line.... I
have to face death, I have to go war, I have to fight or die, protect because no one
will protect me, I have no one there to save my life but me.... Death isn't
something I fear, but fear is something I have. Fear of dying alone, fear of going
to war and not coming back to anything that loves me. Fear.... If you've known me
long enough you know above all I hate fear, I've gone through great extremes to
face fear, break fear, and erase fear.... Fear....
I'm no role model, I'm no hero, if I were their role model what would your children
grow up to be?
All I can say is that I try....
I haven't lied in a while, I've been as honest as I can possibly be, I don't know if
that has been a good thing or a horrible mistake.... I don't know what's wrong with
me.... Why you keep holding this against me, I've given you no reason to not
believe anything I've told you, my lies are not lies, but what isn't said at all, which
can't be lies. Mistakes I've made, and I hate them all, but I haven't made any
mistakes in a while.... I just keep going through Karma's punishment and hope
that soon my dept will be paid. But I know that Hitting Bottom isn't just a weekend
resort.
Please if anything... just believe I care, I hope you care, I love, I hope you love, I'll
die for you, I hope you'll never say the same to me.
With no lies, I say I love you and miss you. If you don't believe me, then you don't
need me.... Just abandon me.
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El Roi, please hear my prayer; please protect what belongs to you. Your creation,
what a gift, and although so many seem amiss, I envy you because in your eyes
they are perfect. In my eyes, few are; you know who they are, I do not have to say
their names, my heart holds many prayers within, and sometimes I am
ashamed. Love is what I feel for them, I fear you think of me avarice. I never ask
you to watch over me, only to protect my seed, and those who I call Family. But
please guide me, for I hope one day to be someone somebody could be proud to
see, glad to meet, someone may, someday, think of me as something worth
loving. I am tired of this caliginosity that defines my life and I am trying to bring
back the light; I need help to end this night. I have not always been so true to you,
and you know it is true, there is nothing I can do to change the past, but if I could
take it back…I wouldn’t, I cannot lie to you, if I chose a different path I may not
have what I have now, or I may have more, but I am not willing to take the chance
of loosing what I have. You, Jehovah-Rophe, this is my prayer, for healing for
fixing my errors. And You, Magen, this is my prayer, to protect those that I love.
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"It's hot as hell in here...."
"It's always like this for me...."
She ascends the flames
He's left at the bottom
A staircase of light
Flames have ignited
She doesn't know
This time they are real
There is no saving her
His gift is letting her go
Her life has been this
Maybe they'll go out when she does.... Maybe....
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Am I the reason why?
Did I really hurt you that much?
We fought so much, I wished you'd go away
Now I wish you would answer me
Was it because I disappointed you?
Did you despise me so much?
I wonder if you can hear me
I wonder if you’d answer if you did
I didn’t get to say I’m sorry
I hope I get the chance some day
I hope you can see this is for you
Do you ever laugh like you did?
I see you every night in my dreams
But instead of you being dead, it’s me
It’s painful when I’m there….
I hope it isn't for you
I’m so sorry for what I did
One day I hope to atone for all my sins
Sometimes I doubt I’m worth saving though
But while you play chess with God… maybe put in a good word for me?
I hope that you are happy there
Some day I hope to visit too
I’ve loved and hated you at the same time
Now I just miss you and hope you’re a star in our sky
I’m sure where you are it rains diamonds
But it was too early and it was my fault that you died
Grandfather, one day I hope to ask you for forgiveness
You’re the Butterfly I’ve been dedicated to all this time
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There is no Heaven or hell; Satan nor God
Just born into darkness and continue to fall
I was born to fail; failure is all that I know
And I am fueled by a hatred that continues to grow
Happiness is a nightmare; your pain is my dream
I take offence to every moment you breathe
You are my problem; problems you cause
And once you are gone, all problems are solved
A plague is all that you are; a virus that eats me
So I am going to die and I am taking you with me
Pollute, create your smog; hopefully smother
It's nothing to what you have done to your mother
You live for a second; eternity I've suffered
My path now is the sun, it is all for the better
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When I look at you, it just pisses me off
The only thought I have is to kill you off
Is that so wrong?
Am I so lost?
I’m not mad but maybe you are
I might shatter your existence if you look to hard
All it takes is a second
And I'll get it going from zero to totally insane
I hope a shard rips through and punctures the brain
I watch the blood fall as the glass breaks
No luck
I get numb just looking at you
You scare me and you know you do
It’s a shame that you’re not real
I mean I’m not real
I always feel this way
But it's just a mirror....
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I’m an asshole, that’s plain to see
My fault, and hate being me
Hard to change and hate what I’ve become
I call it a monster, you say I'm not one
Regrets and my biggest is you had to know me
I hate being a burden, but hate worse being lonely
I’m not suicidal, not not afraid of death
Hated and forgotten are the only fears I have left
And it's something that I always feel
Afraid of losing those I love, afraid of being real
And it's not easy to cope with
If I were hated or forgotten by you I couldn’t stand it
And I’m aware; you tell me not to worry
I don’t think you understand how hard it is to stop
You’ve told me often, I know my thoughts are stupid
I just wish once you'd tell me I'm not so worthless
...I just wish I wasn’t so worthless….
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