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A Slow Bleed
My life is incomplete without you
I am always thinking about you
Who am I to doubt you
To say that life can go on without you
Knowing that I have trouble believing
That looks can be deceiving
With an inner beauty feeding
And growing upon the grounds
Of which have taken too much of a beating
Please god let there be some meaning
Of this heart that keeps a beating
Let it not continue to be a bleeding
Of this life without a meaning
Because the blood sweat and tears
Has gone on for to many years
And alone without your peers
Left alone with only fears
And to finally be in a place
To look them in the face
It is only by the grace
That we get to be at this place
So remove us from complicity
And teach us the meaning of humility!
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The Pain’s End
The pain within
Is at the end
Cutting bends the blades
There’s no need for shades
To hide the dilation
Of meths mutilation
The infatuation
Of the death gripping insinuations
Clock stopping
Time ending
Mind bending
Will there be no mending
Of this insanity
Filling all sorts of panic
No one to understand
The manic
Always in a state of frantic
Never to sleep
Always to creep
Looking to peek
Through the blinds
Racing across the mind
Unstoppable thought
With no order
Numbing the emotions
Causing a commotion
It takes quite a devotion
To actually plunder the notion!
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Empty soul!!!
What is this world all about
Why is it that I am so filled with doubt
The open soars that are filled with grout
That empty spout
Where life poured out
Has just dried out
I know to turn
Face to face to shout
But with muttered thoughts
On the tongue
All I want to do is run
But to turn and stay in place
Is there a chance
I may just get a taste
If I do not cut and paste
To write my own true thoughts of haste
And to stand and fight
Not to prove wrong or right
But to make it through the night
There just might be some delight
In spit of what one might write.