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If the walls could speakIf the walls could speaknightmares would fill your mindthe soul that dwells there has a certain mystiqueyou will see insanity clearly definedbeware of the voices that whisper thoughts of his headpictures of his horror making your bones tremblecould you take seeing all the warm gushes of redsee his world a place unimaginablewatch your step for the pieces of his shattered heartor his demons lurking in the floor belowlook at how he made his body a canvas for razor blade artsee his river of pain overflowthe day these walls speakwill be a day you will dreadcertainly tears of blood would run down your cheekthe day these walls speak turn away your head
hateWhy can't you get betteryou deserve all of itstill miss alcohol because you don't like being sobertelling others to get better but you cant..... hypocritejust more reasons to hate yourselfadmit it you still miss the highseven with people around you you will always be alone by yourselfhow you wish these lines were liesoh well another reason for more self hateyou like the cuts and how they bleedfeeling like your'e locked in hells gatehey you yeah you you know you have everyone worriedmore reasons for hate of courselook at all the horrible things you've doneyou deserve to be a corpseall you are is a burdenthese are some reasons why I hate mewithout even getting into my deep haunting thoughtsnot giving up is far from easybecause I hate me not just a little but lots....
The DarknessIt captures every bit of my attentionIt has a certain unique beautyas I breathe in its intoxicationslowly and quietly trying to kill my sobrietysilently engulfing mebut yet I couldn't feel more at easewith an aura so ghostlyit haunts me like a diseasetormenting every little thoughtwhispering its thoughts in my earmaking my very soul distraughthoping old demons appeartrying so hard to take overI can feel its deadlinessholding me as a prisonerthis is the darkness.....
The poetAll the words oh so trueall the poems right from the heartthe poets mind the issuehis demons he displays in his artthe scariest ones he wouldn't dare put on paperafraid of the reaction and the despair it would causeit's hard to believe the poems could get that much darkerjust another one of his flawsa poet with more monsters in his head than friendsreleasing some with this penhoping one day this endsbefore the addictions and monsters take over againthis is the oh so hollow poetwhose afraid of his own minda place you'd never want to visita place he would never let you find
Two inchestwo inches never hurt so muchtwo inches so small yet so destructivetwo inches used as a crutchtwo inches is all I need to livetwo inches oh so addictivetwo inches allowing you to fake that smiletwo inches has you held captivetwo inches becoming apart of your lifestyletwo inches brings tears to friends and familys eyestwo inches is all it takes for you to feeltwo inches can bring death as a prizetwo inches brings scars that will never healtwo inches allows the blood to pourtwo inches allows for a little bit the thoughts to fadetwo inches puts you curled up in a ball on the floortwo inches..... the length of this razor blade
Outcasted loveGo ahead and hate her I could care lessdon't you see nothing you say will change how I feelshe's my beautiful wreck of a princessi'm her rebel prince and these words couldn't be more realI know you're hoping this poem isn't about herbut it is so stop thinking things that are only to help you sleep at nightthese words the words of an outcasted love a sweet twisted to be happily ever afternot holding back my words this time i'm putting them for you to see in plain sightare they hitting like a dagger to the chesthurting angering the deepest part of youknowing that I don't care if you detestthat i'm going to see this all the way throughour broken hearts fit perfect in each others like pieces to a puzzleno amount of time could tear them apartonly brings the love closer through this long lasting battlemade it this far.... you really think anything could make these hearts depart
Behind the smileBehind the smile there is sorrowbehind the smile there is angerbehind the smile is someone not knowing if he can tomarrowbehind the smile is a razorbehind the smile is a bottlebehind the smile a bruised and scarred soulbehind the smile is someone fighting with his inner devilbehind the smile a heart with a gaping holebehind the smile smoke rings in the airbehind the smile someone who really is tryingbehind the smile a mind that makes him pull out his hairbehing the smile he is dyingbehind the smile a scarred wristbehind the smile a frown that never fleesbehind the smile thoughts of not wanting to existbehind the smile is everything he hopes you don't see