Sadness embraces me with arms of steel. Pry open my eyes and save me from these cyanide dreams. I need a real angel, not one who carries a heavy disguise. Darling, your fake incognito does me no good. You cannot paste wings onto your back and expect to fly my dear,
Nothing ever comes that easy.
There are bruises hidden beneath these eyelids and cuts under my nails. I've given up on all miracles that cease to exist. With bullets within your smile, you're my game of Russian Roulette. I'll pull your trigger, and you'll explode. Tell me,
Is this what it feels like to die?
I see lies sugar-coated with poison inside your eyes. Your eyes, beautiful. I wish I could trap myself inside them, and see what you see. I wish I could spit out the truth behind your words. I'd finally know what it feels like to live the life of a monster. I'd finally know.
You dangle my heart in front of my nose by the veins. I should grab for it. I should attempt to pull it out of your claws and thrust it back into my chest, but the thought of you having my heart is the only thought I don't want to lose.
Maybe I want to define failure. Maybe I want to cough out my words for people who do not give a shit. So call me useless. Call me weak. I am pathetic and I deserve this. Lying here on the floor, I'm that mess no one wanted to clean. I lay with a glare, Madly typing out my sentences while clawing the doors to sanity.
Anyone.
Anyone.
Let. Me.
In.
Author notes
3) I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Any critisism is appreciated.
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Comments
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i cannot pick a favorite stanza, to be honest.
i loved all of it,
and i love the way you describe things with eyes involved, it really is original and different from what i've read before. i absolutely enjoyed this. breath taking.
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A very dark train of thought with a geat use of the quote. My favorite line is: `Maybe I want to cough out my words for people who do not give a shit.´
Well done and good luck!
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I'm feeling this one more than the others. You are putting to word and prose what I am thinking is real ;pain!
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I love this!
The first stanza/paragraph, whatever you'd like to call it really did a fantastic job opening this up for some beautiful imagery. Really, it's very thought provoking.
My favorite part about this is that you have these barely noticeable repeating words such as, "Maybe I want to define failure. Maybe I want to cough out my words for people who do not give a shit." because just like that it ties things together so well.
This was phenomenal.
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