The Only Option
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Wishing for the flowers to hold me but all they do is look up at me.
Lonely, only the wind for company.
Boldly I stand under the rays of the sun, glum.
Undone by the clouds I was running from.
Stunned by the silence that surrounds my ears,
Overcome by the violence I suscribed to for years,
I died so many times, I was mindless and I cried so many tears.
Minus the fear, Im afraid to reappear.
Timeless, still fighting this tiredness to escape the nightmares.
But relighting my kindness for the will of the fight where I dare to die.
And my soul seeks evenescence but is to scared to try.
Ive been cursed by the look in my eye, it hurts to blink.
Everytime I sigh im forced to think and remember how it'll never end.
My stomach stinks of every friend ive ever seen blend into eachother.
My wrists link everytime I find a reason to believe in decieving another.
My mind deepens when I see the meanings is just to escape all my brothers.
And I lean toward these feeling of a mis-leading lover, while lost in the gutter.
I shudder to cast my mind over these memories,
I stutter and get lost in time, using up all my lives like seventy identities.
Ill never forget the menace or the intensity you expressed on me.
An ill never accept or heal the marks you left on me.
My scars are so empty they all physically misleading,
They're so deep and painful that they are visable demeaning.
My heart is so sharp that my arteries are bleending.
And I cant recieve another part of you, for fear of it leaving.
Im feeling it beating and kicking and hearing it screaming,
Im torn between the decision if its sickening or gleaming.
And I fall toward the incision and the bleeding just to escape the answer.
I hate the petty banter and the fact its a tantrum and cancer.
A lump growing in my womb, the tomb of the necromancer.
I feel its anger and its tools are already breaking through,
But I can never let it become for my hatred for you.
I was vacantly blue in the face through wheezing you name.
And now this is all I can do to help ease my pain.
ill still be bloated by the sorrow as I wake every morning,
The appaling road I must follow to regret its calling.
Ill honour its stalking only because you were my warning,
And Ill stop stalling and ignoring the cautions.
And carry on walking after the abortions.
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