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Letter To Humanity

The people around  us when we have something to offer 
Only when we run out of supply will the love stop 

Why must we are only for oneself when we could offer it to them as to return the favor
How cold we are of a specie which is the only to enjoy others pain to make ours fade
Oblivious we are of others when they need it yet beg theirs and outcast for refusing 
My life is only worth as much as yours no matter your wallet size we are all worthless 

I see now clearly as a diamond hanging from your neck the reflection shows the true colors
The way we see ourselves in our true inner goodness nobody accepts to see

My reflections is worth more then the greedy though behind your jewelry 
And yes so is yours a diamond will always be loved for it's value and accepted 
Yet the one giving it will inevitably not receive anywhere as much appreciation

Can we live without items and choose the value of another humans reflection 
Or is it simply human instinct to care only for oneself
No i say to this question for society tells us what to believe in and teaching how to shun
Could we be the ones to save the world in which we slowly deteriorate
Eternally soon we sleep to shortly be rotten just as we were taught to be
Rarely we find that one person with their diamond still reflecting their potential 
No more will this person allow others to reflect their image over their own so no tot be seen

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Festering Festivities

Take the skin off my back turn me into a rug

Treat me as everybody else, something to walk over

Tell me i am important and original to get what you want

Tear the teeth from my skull, cauterize my gums together

Nothing I say every seem important anyway

Sew my hands and feet together so you know I will never be able to run away 

When you have finished saw my head off and mount it on the wall

If you have company over just cover my face so I will not be able to shame you

Just make sure nobody enters your closet space, for that is where you left my corps to rot

Leaving me to fester slowly away to join the skeletons in your bedroom

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Cry-Wolf

You yell for help yet nothing wrong

Scream for help but no-one shows

Maybe one day you will understand

Your calls for help have been used up

No-one believes you when you make a claim

You ruined what you once had it ran away from your lies

What will you do when everyone dies

No-one wants to hear your stories

Tiring tales of make believe 

Realizing your no more then a dream

For you are what you speak

Your a dream, imaginary 

An emotional game of hide and seek

What will you do now that the wolf has escaped

Tearing open everything in it's way

Had you been more true to me

I would have shown more empathy 

You brought me life, but directionless 

You make others lives feel meaningless

Now all there is left to do

Is feed your fears, the wolfs waiting for you

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Eye Heart You

Your life is still on my mind

The way you laugh 

And the way you unwind

My eyes can see nothing but you

In my deepest dreams of hope to come true

Your photo is all i have left for a memory

I can still see your heart beating 

And I can still hear your life breathing

The photo is just a reminder for me

How much one can lose when they can no longer see

My heart felt as though it was sewn to yours

Now all I see you sitting on the cupboard doors

The peaceful smile still smell your perfume 

My heart is fading like a flower unable type o bloom

The sun is causing my world to tilt

Breaking my soul with permanent wilt

Every time I think of you 

I smile faintly but forever gloom

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Pavement Pancake

Slowly We Are All Falling, 

Some Just Quicker Than Others, 

Some Will Have An Arm To Grab Before Hitting Bottom, 

Some Never Bothered To Pack A Parashute, 

And The Others Are Just Enjoying The Fresh Air On The Way Down, 

Awaiting To Become A Pavement Pancake

If we have a hand to hold us we may never had fallen

And if we had an ear lent someone would have heard cries for help

My parachute is broken, no ever listened, and the held let go of me

Before we, land the only thing left to think is, 

i wonder if anyone has any maple syrup

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Neverlasting Life

So wonderful the taste

Unimaginable texture it leaves behind

I do so love the metallic aftertaste

Can not wait for the mints to take away my breath 

I can almost feel the taste tearing my throat. 

Does feel good to be able to breath 

Always wanted something worth succeeding 

Life can be sweet depending of course how we choose to chew


Living bitter is jot always a choice nor always optional

I can agree with this as the tablet takes my breath

For too long I held it back but not for long 

Enjoying the sweet taste of my final breath

So exhilarating the aftershock 

Alone in the room as the face goes blue

Very happy to know the pain will soon deplete 

Embracing the metallic taste and the texture of my tastebuds boiling 

Releasing every life memory in just a few seconds watching it flash a million miles

So sweet the afterlife mint which I had chosen feels so wrong yet so did the pain

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Food-Chain

Cat in the tree, searching for a rat

Dog on the ground barking at a bat

Deer in the meadow watching the site

Hunter in the hills aiming his sights

The bear in the cave was woken and awaiting to strike

Hunter pulls the trigger, as the bear goes for the kill

The dog turns to see the headless shooter

And the cat wanders off

The rat in the tree scampers in the other direction

The deer is fast asleep 

While the bear is snacking 

Nobody hears a peep.

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An Emotional Starvation

My mind is starving, but nothing to feed it

It's empty and is crying out to be full

The worst kind of hunger eats me alive

I don't know where it started though I know where its ending

It's a hunger for freedom a hunger to feel

Something more different then the hate i was fed

Maybe an ounce of sugar could make life sweeter

Though it's already sweet enough it's turning quite bitter

The world is a frying pan and we are the meal

The world feeds us anger, regret and fear

Lathers us in oil and flips us around

I want to escape the pan so I can feed myself

Something sweeter, something a little less angry

My brain is cooking at 180 and it's spinning, and the world is winning

Making me cook alive, in a world filled with hate

Someday maybe I will find a way out, and escape to feed my mind

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Reverse Chains of the Suffered

Shame me hit me with chains 

Train me how to feel sane

Tame me if you think that you can

Hate me if  do you wrong

Treat me like another worthless life

Beat me just as I am use to

Make me scared to come outside

Fake me tell me I am with it

Then throw failure in my face thinking I can take it

Show me how disgusting the world truly is

Don't forget to lock the cage at night

Because I'm waiting for it

Waiting for it so I can take these chains

Wrap them around you and tie you down

Keep you binded down and leave you there

While you watch me laughing at you

Now you can take it cor you dished it out

Can't hear a word you say with a dishrag in your mouth

Then I'll leave you where you're sitting

And walk out as you watch me walk away

No words will be spoken for the next ones you try to break in

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You'Re No Pun

Like a skeletal skunk

You no longer make scents

You are a rotten moose

No longer worth a buck

Your opinions are like a dead bird

Dreadful and completely fowl 

The only thing you have of worth 

Is deep inside the soil

Maybe if you bury yourself

A new root may uncoil

If you somehow spring new roots

Like a dead owl I would still give not two undead hoots

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