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UntitledWelcome to the new world
Take a deep breath
Cough and choke
On the rancid air
Hold your gun tight to your chest
Look to the horizon
Feel the ground shake
Peer into the distance
Watch as a horde grows
Apocalypse seems real
But you steady yourself
Your gun seems useless
But you ready yourself
The hoard comes
You are surrounded
But your unfazed
One of them steps forward
Cheers escape the lips of the men
You take a step
All goes silent
Looking In A MirrorYou are Me
I am You
So what dose that make us
Of wants and needs
Seems all confusing
I don't know
When it began
But how it ends
The day i die
The day you live
Is the day
The NightsReach inside
From your eyes
You can not escape your fates
Run away run away
The screams to stay
Insanity is DeathMe and death
we are one
we are two
Look at us
We are jolly
Look at us
We have folly
We are happy
We are sad
I am dead
I am scared
Me and Death Insanity tooI don't know whats real anymore.
It started just a few days ago.
The things i heard.
The things i seen.
Don't know whats caused it all.
On one shoulder is the devil.
The other a angel.
Open my eyes.
There blood on my fingers.
A knife on the floor.
A body by the door.
Cant take any more.
The knife to the wrist.
Ow heavenly bliss.
The quiet drip.
The slowing heart.
I close my eyes.
I am gone.
His Name Is Cackle~
His Name Is Cackle~
A new clown is headed to town~
Wearing not a smile, but a frown~
Fettered wrists, and his mouth stitched closed~
But why this is, not a soul knows~
That is until his bonds break~
And he's free from chain and shackle~
Nightmares wrought throughout his wake~
His name is Cackle~
Creations Of The SoberA smirk crawls upon your face,
As the pretty bright blood leaks down your arm,
Part of you is whispering,
"what have I done..?"
But you can barely hear it over the demented laughter,
That is emerging from your throat.
Your whole body is shaking,
With fear or with excitement, still remains unknown,
You look down at the bodies around you,
Drowning within their own blood.
You clench your fist,
Digging your nails into your rough skin,
Until your royal blood starts to flow.
You begin to laugh louder,
Dragging your feet through the mixture of their blood,
You walk past them,
Leaving a murderous trail behind.
You simply pick up your weapon,
Licking off the remaining blood,
And tighten your grip around it,
Ready to attack,
Your best friend stands in the distance,
Eyes wide and mouth open,
He's too frightened to say a thing.
You flash a smile his way,
When you realize he's crying.
"T-Those w-were yo-ur f-friends.."
He trails off,
Silent tears rolling down his cheeks,
FearViewing the world with bleeding eyes,
The black windows to soulless oblivion.
How awful that such evil could be contained in one being.
Neck cocked to the side,
Waiting to strike when we're most disposed.
Wait till we quarrel.
Wait till we question our morals.
Wait till we've forgotten who we are.
Then rip us to pieces.
Break us in two.
Crush us underfoot till the only left are those to mourn.
The strong will be all that's left,
But the strong won't last.
All will be swallowed.
None will escape once fear has dug his claws deep into our minds.
SoullessI 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?
The Parade of the SoullessAgonized faces, twisted into morbid smiles
Bodies dragged along behind; unwilling,
Yet spurred on by frivolous anxiety.
The mask cracks and fractures; begins to fail.
The light slips through, and burns the skin;
The Persona withers and inner tensions mount
And it implodes.
Revealed is a face scarred by tears
And unwrinkled by laughter.
A face so real and terrifying, and gruesome,
That we demand it never be seen.
And so it dies. And so do we.
We are wandering husks,
Devoid of feeling;
And paraded about,
As if our warm corpses
Still possessed any semblance of life.
This timeThe wheels
and a hard place,
and I can't charm
And I'm not sure
what it wants from me
The WriterA good writer makes everything quieter.
Endless possibility till
the end of all things-
All given aspect is given
due regard, but
only when a good writer makes everything
One might say things become
Sin titulo.3600 segundos para encontrarse
en una habitación sin salida.
Unos 639 músculos
y 206 huesos luchando
en vano por una muerte segura.
64 dientes alimentándose de amor
y una vida de miedos,
6 litros de cerveza.
Dos cuerpos que se resisten a ser
una misma soledad
(la que tanto daño te hace ahora).
El inevitable puñetazo que recibes en el estómago
cuando te das cuenta de que estás tú solo,
en medio de la oscuridad,
en mitad de la nada.
3600 segundos para acariciar una ausencia.
3600 lunares de aire
que recorres con la punta de los dedos.
3600 palabras que escribes para nadie.
La luz del pc te hace infinitamente más hermoso
que la luz del día.
En esta casa solo hay silencio y grietas,
frío y mucho asco.
3600 segundos para hacerte una paja
y correrte gritando como un cerdo.
Como alguien que despierta
de su propia pesadilla.
Como un ángel
que acaba de perder sus alas.
World War Z Poem YonkersSwarming hoards of horror
Sounds of hungry moans
Bombs and rockets exploding
Yet they keep on coming
Aiming down the sight of the barrel
Shooting it in the chest
Looking in horror
As it kept walking
Throwing your gun to the ground
Fleeing in terror
Not watching where you are going
Being taken down
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