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They call it 'Night'This tomb of gloom and tragedyThey call it 'Night' by ~DJvoLLi
Cold. Dark. Misery.
They call it “night”
Quiet. Inspiration. Romance
All long for your soft radiance
I wax, then wane
My spirit sinks
Why rise every day!?
Then they lie, they steal
They cheat, they kill...
How self-absorbed you are!
This darkness they call “night” is much more than being a fright!
They need the dispassion of your calm silky air
Yet I hear their shouts; their screams
...because they struggle through my day
Even in their dreams
...without rest or time for play
You bring them peace can’t you see?
“Can’t I see?” past this travesty!?
Look not at the pain
While others fight
Some dream all night.
Watch the children in their beds
UntitledThey keep saying it'sUntitled by ~DJvoLLi
Going to get easier
But I doubt it will
I see my hands slow
I feel my own eyes roll back
About time death rattles
No will, skill, trill, thrill,
Is going to be worth it
I doubt everything
PinchingI pinch and pullPinching by ~DJvoLLi
Try to drag it away
But even so
Those numbers grow
Every single day
Just how much longer until I’m beautiful?
I see what I want.
It walks past me in the halls,
But hides from me in my mirror.
Did those girls cry,
Scream at themselves until the fat just died?
I’ll starve this monster that keeps me awake,
Another digit higher and I’m unable to fake
My calm under all this fear.
Knowing I’ll always be this way.
No matter how hard I pull with these man hands of mine,
It stays and my skeleton goes farther into hiding.
“But Mercedes, beauty isn’t determined by size!”
Shut up! I don’t need to hear those lies!
Haven’t you seen those pretty dames?
The ones that laugh at me while I change,
And point out all my stretch marks and pains,
Paint the picture clear; I’m out of my mind:
If I think I’ll ever be beautiful.
I work out, I diet, I do everything you possibly can,
But… here are the r
TARI pick up my feetTAR by ~DJvoLLi
Boiling, black, bubbling,
while it cra w l s
Atom by atom
Already lost the cat.
I hear it in there.
I can’t bite my lip
Feet, throat, eyes
It sticks to every
Boiling, black, bubbling,
my voice is insignificant
This home is uninhabitable
I hate it here.
The WritersPapyrusThe Writers by ~WelkyndStone
Smell it upon thy nose
As lungs of graphite
Breathe in the body
Shapely and refined
Crisp and sharp
Verily it is so
Perchance we will meet
Our souls are black
Rotten to the core
Of our third eye
Dost thou see it!
The bright shining light that calls to us
Flow like water
What music doth flow
Muffled and silenced
By its cage of wood
We shall never break free
Smell our stench of determination
Hear our mutter ramblings
Taste our words as we force them into your mouths
Watch as we carve our creations
Chisel and hammer
Dance little puppet!
Dance for us!
Do our bidding
We are your Masters
We shall last forever.
We are the Writers.