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From the depths of hell they came  Faceless beings able to worm inside  The place of love and warmth  Just to suck it bloodlessly dry   
Most who fall victim to this species of neglect  Are often those who want to willingly love  Showing more for others than themselves  They eventually collapse on the inside  Empty of the heart and will for their soul   
Why do these pure and noble souls  Feed the monstrosity known as neglect?  Letting them fester, grow into something worse  Consuming it’s host painfully slow…greedily  Why do they willingly place themselves &
May is a month of blossoming roses and days of clouds and rain  Trickling feelings of sorrow are felt as we are kept in the house again  Separation from humanity is the emotion crying out  Fear of unknown territory, treacherous thoughts shout  There is no end to feeling, we wish there was but no,  School's just a task at hand with a job on the side to tow  The earth has shaken, the world is unsound, a question there’s bound to be  Of how to get out and be happy, of how to see life with glee.
Chloe's eyes were brown as chocolate, as dark as Death.   
Chloe's hair was blonde as sunshine, it turned black the deeper she went, deep in the depth.   
Chloe's hands were as light as mine, but turned shriveled   
Chloe had no coffin, the sea was her grave, her arms weren't big enough to grasp for air...too little.   
But Chloe knows how I stood there, eyes flashing   
Chloe knows how I would not jump in   
I think Chloe hates how my future's everlasting   
But I can't feel for her, she drowned.   
My ears go deaf from screaming, from tears brimming with blood a
“Have you loved your neighbough?”  St Peter asked at the gates of Heaven with his check list in his hands.  “My neighbough was a racist, and she kicked my cat.” I replied.   
“Did you help those around you?”  “I helped those who had the courage to ask me.”   
“Did you honor your mother and father?”  “I honored my mother, but anyone who honored my father was left disappointed.”   
“Did you give to the poor beggar on the street? That was your Lord in disguise.”  
“If the Lord was a beggar then he should know tha
Maybe, if you didn't cling to material things   
Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have to suffer.   
Maybe, I'm just in over my head   
And maybe, this fire I tried to burn out, afterall, isn't dead.   
Scraping my bones, to claw through the marrow, to seep through my veins   
And I feel for you. In and out, out and in, lost in ink on my fingertips   
Out and in, in and out, break free from the seams that tell me where I begin.   
Maybe...Maybe...Maybe....   
Maybe looking at the river, outside of my window   
And begging it not to come to my door  &
Life is a road hard to walk.  Straight and narrow,  Or twisty and turny.   
She kept her head high,  Pulling shoulders back tight,  And butchering a smile.  Nothing would stop her,  Dettering was not an issue.  Fat drops fell from the sky,  Landing on her face,  Masking pure hatred, pain.  "Tell me the truth,"  She whispered into the air,  A reply whisped through the wind.  "Never," It replied.  A tear slid down her face,  And there, that day,  She stopped asking,  "Why?"
Meier:  Mesdames et messieurs, mes chers amis, On vous sert une conclusion  simplement pour conclure, qu'on a conquis vos coeurs en explosion!  C'est realistik, avec Meier pi LeJoker,  tu nous connais,gros, on est pas des chokeur!  
Mais Ici c'est la derniere track, mais on arretera pas,non, le rap c'est notre crack!  On a plus d'une rime dans notre sac! Rien de gangster parce que ca c'est wack!  On sort les perles du lac! Pour vous ecrire les plus belle track!  Juste du vrai, juste d'la beauter! pi avec nous les faux se font botter!  et s'tun touch-down, Attender nous pour le prochain round!
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Spiralling down without a care,  no one sees me over there.  They can't see me for who I am,  
now they all think I'm just a sham.
I sit here swallowing bitter tears  
knowing well this road traveled  
by I signals the beginning of the  end;   
Time told it’s tale of woes disguised  
as the sweetest surrender yet reality’s  resurrection was made complete;   
Emotionally made weak, heart’s beat  reduced to a mere whimpered thud  as cries of lament fall on deaf ears;   
Uncertainty has certainly taking its toll,  
as discarded feelings of old threaten  
to reemerge and fold this tormented  
soul;   
Leaving whispering silhouettes to  Run amuck in a shadowed mind.
Drifting echos of a whispered  
whim chime clear in my mind like faint sounds  
of distant bells on a tower as this  
longing, yet calming feeling envelopes every  
living cell of my beating heart;  
 
making fleeting thoughts pause,  
if only for an instant in time as they careen  
through the darkened corridors  
of my discomposed mind;  
 
I gaze upon the misted hue  
of crescent moon’s glare with weary eyes of a  
shadowed dream resting high on  
heaven’s clouds, as blistered hands yet hold tight  
to promises of serenading hymns  
of rapture;  
I  
touch the sky  
with trembling hands  
as reaper’s song  
beckoningly bellows  
in the shadowed backdrop  
of my dormant heart;  
grim like silhouettes made of stone  
eternally held in place by  
Medusa’s gaze;  
 
*got me stuck*
Sister Dearest   
                                                       
    
Sister dearest i love you, i love you with all my heart   
But when you leave and hurt us, i don't know where to start   
I know that we fight and say things we don't mean   
But i guess that is what it is like being a teen  
 
  &
Mein Gott,  Ich Hasse Sie...
The walking dead I seem to be  existing strangely- inbetween  frozen in time while others move on  sitting,thinking- dead before dawn  clarity as eyes wander slowly  
who are these people? They dont know me  I'd fly back if it was possible to do  to when I was alive when my world was blue  sleeping with my eyes wide  these rules of life I wont abide  numb but awake my soul walks around  bound to nothing- screaming without sound
And I feel it dying day by day...  Rose petals falling off one by one  Dimming light your flickering fire  I can only smile at your memory  A wind blows in no direction
Change & Change but in the end will you be happy?  I've grown a little today I've stopped with the clay  2morrow I'm me again, it was fun  I couldnt truly smile if you fell in loe with her  an imitation created from fear  a mirror image that made me cry  tears falling cuz i'm all wrong  reborn no more hiding
John lives in imaginaryland, He lives there all day.  And every day is a good one, except the bad ones,  Which are every other day and twice on Tuesdays, Every other day and twice on Tuesdays, Every other day and twice on Tuesdays  John lives in imaginaryland, He lives with his cool friends.  And they're all fun and cool, except on Every other day and twice on tuesdays, Every other day and twice on tuesdays, Every other day and twice on Tuesdays,  John lives in imaginaryland...  There in imaginaryland is the girl for him, and her imaginary love is what keeps him dreaming for reality, Every other day and twice on
so we hide from pain and love  
and let our pride run our lives cause we can't bear the  
thought of true loss,  we run and run and watch those we love suffer  and watch our poor pathetic lives turn meaningless  with this we strive for perfection  which we know we will never have this is how we  survive,  knowing all of this  
but do we do anything about it???  should we???  we search but we always end up walking in  circles.............  that never end not now anyway  
and yet everything ends....
the sky is stuck....hidden below the clouds,  i find this to me a fact of life......  part of how we live is the same,  bunched up hiding from the world...beneath our clouds,  on a new horizon this will not change,  nor in our next lives every person hides from the world ,  every person has there own world.
Words that were never been told  slowly sink into my soul  Being a dreamer  is such a heavy burden   
Dreams always shattered  by people who I admire  Burned by my own love  only to make them at ease   
But even now in the future  the past haven't changed  The unspoken words and love  are somewhere far away   
Will it ever be the same  even if they return ?   
I will never know  until the present comes ...
My heart feels hollow   Almost painful in my chest    I want to tell I'll follow     Where you think is best     Please talk to me   Once, maybe twice    Don't let me be     Feeling like it's been lies   
A smile is all I desire   My heart is mad  
  Those eyes I admire     Just act so bad  
 
I look at you   You won't look back    I feel so blue     I'd almost wear black

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