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In the Black of Night by FallenAngelsCantFly, literature

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In the Black of Night

Reaching out, I pick up the razor, and smile slowly to myself. Surrounded by these candles as I am now, I feel like a saint. Hah, as if. More like the devils angel. I draw the blade over my skin, moaning softly into the night. Savoring the feeling. I watch my blood pool, then turn to rivulets running down my arms onto my legs. I inhale it's sweet scent, color blooming before my eyes. As my tears and the warm smell of blood and candles join, my little flowers bloom, wither, and die before my eyes. As the sobs die down, I blow out my candles and climb into bed, curling into a ball, trying to ward off the nightmares I know will come. After hours

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When Giving Up is the Only Option by FierySpark, literature

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When Giving Up is the Only Option

You've intricately woven yourself in every frayed depression of this hesitant heart, filling it's hollow vacancies and sewing me back together. You keep this tired heart thumping. When the skies are gray and ridden with unfulfilled dreams, you are the single ray of sunshine that refuses to be blocked by the clouds. And if you concentrate on that one ray, somehow, the day seems to be just a little brighter. The sidewalk is cracked and my eyes are filled with unshed tears, and the sadness is like weeds. You are the flowers growing in my heart, and I watch them suck the spirit out of you. But you still stand by my side, unwa

Borderline by chromeantennae, literature

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Borderline

Borderline I've always played victim to my own demise, periscoping disaster that's just out of stretch; if I can reach just hard enough, I will finally taste that dimension of self-control that rests beside my so-called sanity. Watching a kindred spirit That resides close to home But not in my house-- Falling a-part at the seams Is difficult to witness. Since she's out of reach, Just enough to graze the surface, But not enough to truly touch. I lock arms with lady destiny, dancing round and round the room to the dizzying tune of deprecation- do I flip her on her back? do I surrender to her whims? The walls sprinkle sawdust as I scrape the

Seclusion by chromeantennae, literature

What Does Love Look Like? by chromeantennae, literature

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What Does Love Look Like?

What Does Love Look Like? I often think about love. I think about the shapes and forms it takes on. And I believe it is all around us, even when humanity isn’t. What does love look like? It looks like the sunlight, Rays that shine through the clouds, Eternally keeping you warm and bright. What does love look like? It looks like death; The dwindling of the physical embodiment. Your hands may never hold each other’s again… But the souls of true lovers will never fade, true love has no end. What does love look like? It looks like the tide of a sea. The way it flows in and away, Then back again. Love is a li

Letters and Tears by DespicableMe1, literature

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Letters and Tears

Write away your pain and fears. Let the whole world see your tears. Write your blood in letters deep. Let the world laugh while you weep. Throw your words upon the page. Let your tears stream down your face. Gouge paper deep with all your sorrow. Let them see you struggle to live for tomorrow. Cut paper with pen like you would skin and knife. Let them see your desire to cut short your life. Make red ink bleed upon pages white. Let it replace blood that drips on white tiles late at night. Slice the paper with your pen. Let them see you try to begin again. Blur the letters with every tear. Let the world see you cower while they sneer. When

Soulless by DespicableMe1, literature

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Soulless

I traded my soul for a little more life And was given a body that isn't mine. Now I've been employed by death To be a gatherer of souls. I use the one life I was given To destroy the lives of thousands. Why did I make such a choice? I should have let myself die. I never deserved a second chance. I never deserved power. Now I must use it for evil. There's no good in this world. Evil has swallowed us whole. All that's left is rotting souls. Where is your god?

Morpheus Hex by littleblueraccoon, literature

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Morpheus Hex

i. I am the moon walker, the black coffee athlete in the star-dotted evening gown. I am young, but I feel old, like an antique with fresh paint. Sleep lives in my shadow, a morphine caregiver with gentle hands, but I dare not fall into his arms. There is a sad knowledge in his eyes that I do not trust. ii. You left me behind, but my pillow still smells like you, and now my bed feels like a fucking coffin without you in it. iii. Nights like this make me wonder what it feels like to die. It bothers me that only the dead know, and they refuse to share their secret. One day I will find out the truth for myself, and that scares me. i