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Glam Air Poem
I would have a hundred spears go right through me
I would have a guillotine cut me up thousand times into thousand pieces
I would have every bit of me burn up in ashes
I still don't think I would feel anything
I don't think I would feel any pain.
I didn't feel any pain.
I don't see any blood
Lucifer's hell looks tame.
Come on Luci
Is this the worst you can do?
Thought you went straight for blood
Thought you were hungry
Thought you couldn't resist me
Standing with all the blood and skin.
Well here is an open invitation
Don't go easy on me.
Copyright © Glam Air | Year Posted 2019
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Glam Air Poem
The room is silent,
My friends are asleep
Down the drain, I see the food go
Just in time for the guilt inside to grow
I just threw up and away the food
The food, that millions can’t get
I tread slowly to my bed
Weak in both mind and body
A jubilant turmoil keeps me up, until six
Every part of me tired, with sorrow and regret
Except for that small twisted part that smirks
As I start for work,
Not to pay for the food that I eat,
But vomit at three, every night.
How can something make you glad and sad at the same time?
Why do I do this thing that I do?
Well, I am messed up enough
To purge myself, just to write my dirge.
Copyright © Glam Air | Year Posted 2020
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Glam Air Poem
The world looks at me pissed.
I stand in the middle, accused
For not having a dream structured,
A dream for which I am still in a quest
They say think fast to make up for all the time I missed.
For me, life started in a race
But somehow ended in a maze
Clouded by the misty haze.
A race I would rather not participate
Cause I want neither the prize nor the praise.
But a 10-minute hassle-free traipse
I don't want to finish first but to be the best
A 10-minute walk in my own pace
To enjoy the scenic view of the place,
Not to chase, but to embrace
Anything and everything on my way with utmost grace
The thing until now I failed to recognize.
Copyright © Glam Air | Year Posted 2019
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Glam Air Poem
I just want to go the brink of death
To those last moments,to those few milliseconds
To that last fraction
Before going to place from where there is no return.
It is not because I am dangerous, or I want to fool death
It is not even depression
It is desperation complete and utter desperation.
I am that desperate,that desperate to know what my deepest desire is
My likes, my wishes, my dreams, my regrets, my ambition
What I want to do in life,what I would regret not doing in life
What my purpose is, what is my fear that stopped me
Because at those last few moments
I will for sure know everything about me.
Time is ticking I am getting older every second
I am scared that when I finally find my dream
I will have to rush, push ,pull and compromise with fate and time
Every idle minute I spent, will mock me then
As risky it is, I would like to almost step into the doors of death
I want that once, before my actual death, before my actual departure
To find out what I want, who I want to be
Because if I continue living the way I do now
I would someday willingly open the door
Never to return back again.
Copyright © Glam Air | Year Posted 2019
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