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I found solace.I found solace in the storage room of this decrepit chicken farm building. The stench, as unbearable as it was, was no match for the smell of the city I'd left a couple weeks before. Stepping over the thousands of rotting chickens was actually pretty close to the way I left town. The only difference was that I was stepping over friends, family members, neighbors, and other people that never managed to make it out...alive.
Luckily, zombies aren't a fan of chicken, so everything here is actually dead. That means I didn't make it soon enough to be able to grab a walking dinner though. That was the only reason for walking this far. I'd known this place was here from my mom showing it to me on our way to the zoo once. She said something along the lines of "son, this is where chicken from the store comes from." I'd always thought that was cool. I knew where my food came from. She never mentioned that we were eating birds crammed into a dark building by what seemed like the millions though. I
I began to walk home in despairI began to walk home in despair
But I warned myself "you mustn't stare"
As I came across the hopeless sight
Which devoured my mind's senses quite
Unsure of what lay upon the ground
I was cautioned to not make a sound
It was then I saw the crimson mess
And from that to you I must confess
The liquid pooled around his head
The bludgeoned crown a rivers red
And one could not remove their eyes
As left there was a grim surprise
A simple note penned "it's the end,"
Signed scantily "your long lost friend"
But his face is what had drawn me near
It was one I knew so very dear
Slain upon the tormented ground
My body dead I sadly found
Please help me end these hopeless nightsPlease help me end these hopeless nights
My mind is lost from frequent frights
I wander down a dim lit lane
And all I have to feel is pain
Pain from tortured soles above
Pain from tortured souls lost love
Why won't you help me change the path
You sit there watching while you laugh
I beg of you you mindless prick
Now answer me and make it quick
Why do you let these things occur
When in your hands there sits the cure
I'm sorry for the way I've been
Help sooth my mind from deep within
Just take the time to help me find
The evil thoughts I've left behind
Pardon me my long lost friend.Pardon me my long lost friend
How are things at story's end
I hear the tales and fear the truth
For I am not a cunning sleuth
But friends among us do share keys
So won't you dear friend tell me please
How have you been in time long passed
I'm glad the memories do last
No, please don't share the times gone bad
You'll find my stories mostly sad
Yes, please tell me of the tales for now
As I lay my head, and rest my brow
Dead Inside: Do Not EnterUpon my soulless one last breath
I found the gift of sudden death
And with that gift I gave a life
But caused it did such utter strife
For when I woke it was no heaven
No, hell is what the earth was given
The blood came down like rain
And screams would fill your brain
So upon my door they left a note
It was something of a foolish quote
Do not enter"
The days grow shortThe days grow short
The nights grow long
But through the dark I carry on
For if I cease to feel the pain
Upon my heart dark shadows reign
And shadowless my days will be
When barren land is all I see
Yet dimly in the dark of day
I see the light that tells me stay
So stay I will to ride it out
For what is life without some drought
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
I can't seem to shake the feelingI can't seem to shake the feeling
I'm left trembling and squealing
As I watch you walk away from me
And wonder what it is you see
My mind left emptied by your stare
Your solemn eyes don't seem to care
They're unable to be moved
So incable, yet soothed
Clearly this is just the start
Of another breaking heart
Torn loose by shards of failing dreams
Sent into celestial streams
Though start it may be today
Soon an end is sure to stay
I would have welcomed what did loom
Though it seemed best to let it fume
However bleak the story reigned
It never truly construed pained
Though the purpose was to leave someday
The emotions did persist to stay
The reasons always left unknown
Assumptions overboard were thrown
The darkest of the nights gleamed bright
A mindless man lost deep in fright
Now pardon me for I am done
The battle seems already won
How do I continue living
When this end is what you're giving
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