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Words in my head, like flies on my brain.
The maggots, it seems, are borne from the pain.
They rot inside if I don’t take them out,
So I pull them apart and trade them for clout.
They feast on the fruit of memories gone sour,
Any hint of the sugar is quickly devoured.
I feel the itch as they burrow in deep,
Sometimes too much – take them out by the heap.
I inhale the green insecticide –
Another way to clear my mind.
But it’s never enough, they just keep breeding,
So I kee...

Rip them off, take them away;
I cannot cope, not one more day.
Claw at the skin, tear off the flesh.
If only it was easy to edit the mesh.
Instead I’m trapped in a body not mine,
I keep on screaming, but I keep in the line.
It hurts to breathe, more so to exist.
Don’t know how much longer that I can resist
The vultures that circle above my head.
They await the fall, the river runs red.
Act like a martyr but just another victim
Of the saviours who lie and do nothin...

As usual, there was a chest in front of the new door. Inside, there was a fancy shield that looked heavier than it felt. I assumed this was the reward for reaching half-way. I couldn’t help but feel irritated by this, considering I could have used it well before now. At least I had one now. There was no doubt that I was going to need it.

I could smell the next level before we even opened the door. A foul stench of rotting sew...

I know you don’t understand,
I know I might seem confusing.
But you don’t seem to realise
The effect of the words you’re using.
You tell me “you’re such a pretty girl.”
You wonder aloud if I’m “just gay.”
You think it’s fine to say this to me,
But I’m telling you it’s not okay.
You don’t see my skin crawling –
It’s either that or escape from my breath.
You never see how exhausted I am,
Or how often I wish for my death.
I pretend I’m alright, that I’m fine with the wait...

I’m in love with a forgotten man,
My greatest enemy, my biggest fan.
Letting go is half a choice,
I choose the pain, for I am your voice.
Enemies to lovers is such a trope,
Too real for us, too much to hope.
The key is gone, still trapped in your chains,
I cannot break free, my prayer’s your name.
Will I escape, or will I decay?
Don’t know where to go, or who to obey.
Desperate need to saw and hack,
The only way to get my life back,
Afraid of the agony, of saying goodby...

Always told that I must choose
Between the different parts of me.
Forced to look at same old views,
Ignore what I can see.
I am a man, that is true.
But it’s only a piece of my soul.
To say otherwise would be a lie,
And one that takes a toll.

I don’t care what’s between your legs,
So why care what’s between mine?
And it doesn’t matter how many times you beg,
Or stamp your feet and whine,
I won’t change who I am for you,
I won’t change my beliefs.
I can’t erase what I feel
I’ve tried
So p...

“I’m okay.”
no. I’m not.
drowning in that
thickening plot.
“I’m fine.”
I say, but it’s a lie.
dreaming of ways
that I could die.
“I don’t mind.”
but I do indeed.
each word you spit –
they make me bleed.
“I don’t care.”
I care too much…
poison myself
with a toxic crutch.
“It doesn’t matter.”
or rather, I don’t.
they say it gets better,
but I fear it won’t.
cannot clean, cannot fix
something broken
with stones and sticks.
leave it alone, let it rot.
the body keeps going ...

I scream.
The void,
It looks back at me
The longer that I stare.
Falling
For the abyss
That broke my heart
And head beyond repair.
It screams
An echo
Of a forgotten prayer.
The voice,
It’s always mine.
Ricochet
And break the bones,
Return the haunting stare.
Today
I’ll slip a little.
Fall
Fall
Fall
.
.
.
Shatter
And start again.
Keep on crawling away from the dark,
And cries of the dying men.

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Summer day, warm and bright
Bringing by the eternal night.
The clocks stopped ticking,
Time stood still –
A finger pricking,
Tumble down the hill.
There’s no beauty in us,
Just beast and beast.
We eat the apple –
A poisonous release.

Thumping of the hearts
The rhythm to our song
Which only we could hear,
It led us where we belong.
When the beat has no echo
It is my time to let go
Of a fairytale that was full of dust
Broken glass
And shattered trust.
Two lost...