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A Life of Fantasy

I live in a word of fantasy,
nothing I know is real.

The shapes in my mind are distorted,
I see stretched truth all the time.

My world is a scary place,
where all faces twist with screams.

The horrible carnage I've seen,
is nothing compared to my dreams.

I drink the blood of a thousand men,
just to see more die before me.

I live in my own fear,
with carnage my only friend.

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Sorrowful Silent Words

It's not the memory that hurts the most.
It's knowing you are gone, and I cannot go.

You were my friend, a silent confidant.
So why did I shun you like I hated you?

Now you're gone, and not words can express,
the way I feel, worse than emptiness.

My eyes burn for I didn't cry, but even the strong do from time to time.
I want to express how I feel, so I write this to show how I cared.

Even these words are not enough, to explain how I fell about what happened.
I watched you grow, I watched you learn, and yet you left me way to soon.

You were my friend, someone I truly loved.
So I sit here in sorrow, writing silent words.

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Losing the Life I Lost

The festering, muteness,
lost without words.
Decaying thought,
lost in a pool of mistrust.
My anger, flows,
just a reopened wound.
My discord, breathing,
foul stench of rotting beliefs.

The mind, deceived,
forever in a place locked.
Destruction of self,
lying to escape this dread.
My sorrow, ingrained,
just like the words I spoke.
My emotion, slipping,
for I nothing left to feel.

The body, racked,
beating of lost movement.
Despair of flesh,
rending from the bone.
My disgust, growing,
just like the welts upon my hands.
My loss, increasing,
with every step I take.

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To Love More Than Hate

Chaos ingulfing morbid, malicious thoughts of hatred.
Filling my mind with grotesque images of rotting flesh.

This hatred for you knows no bounds or laws.
It fills me completely, leaving an empty, mindless husk.

If only you had listened, as I told you how I felt.
Perhaps we wouldn't have fought quite as much.

You drove me insane with your incessant banter.
Driving me to the brink of suicide, then to commit murder.

The blood on my hands, staining so very deep.
Is not my own, nor was mine to take.

So I sit, hot stinging tears rolling down my cold cheeks.
For as much as I hated you I loved you twice as much.

I deserve this more than you, to bleed in silence.
That is why I'm coming to join you in the beyond.

So that you may drive me mad there, and forever more.
That is my fate, and that is my curse, for I loved you more than hate.

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Noose Tied Tight

Am I the pawn, or am I the king?
All this pain, all this suffering,
has me down on my knees.

Tell me lies, speak not the truth.
This my disease, this my faith,
has me grinding my teeth.

Long no more, possessing nothing at all.
My loss ends, but not gains anymore.
Hating this truth, hanging from the gallows again.
Let me go, allow me to fall to my doom.

Pain, broken by my gurgling,
lets me know I still bleed.
The noose tied tight, chokes away my life.

Let me go, let me fall,
for I long no more,
possessing nothing at all.

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Masks

My truth, my deceit,
these lies I feed.
I'm no longer sure,
no longer in want.
I've given up on this,
this lie, this discord.
Now I'm lying in a pool,
my lies drowning who I am.

My thoughts, my disfunction,
finally gnawing away at me.
I'm not sure what is true,
no longer sure what is false.
I've lost myself,
to these falsities I play so well.
Now I'm sitting in a hole,
far from what I used to be.

My decay, my distrust,
now formed in a simple act.
I'm longer in control,
for this is no longer me.
I've fallen from this place,
to a world in my imagination.
Now I wander aimless,
no longer with my soul.

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Pain Is the Sweetest Sorrow

Chaos and destruction, creating ashes of sorrow and despair.
Overflowing like an open ashtray at a crowded table.

The scalding cinders cause soars of silken red.
A sweet pain far worse than an eve I've sustained.

The memory of your death, still fresh inside my mind.
Want to take a drill to awl them all out.

This pain cries out, trying to bring forth the tears.
Yet none come, and I still feel all alone.

Are you happy where your are now?
Is there a heaven out there after all?

At least you no longer suffer as life often makes us do.
If I wouldn't hurt other people I'd join you.

So sleep eternal my faithful friend.
For I know we'll me again in the end.