Latest Posts by leftinblasphemy - Page 9

She's in the rain.

she's in the rain as

she promised him

to stay out of his heart

but in that day

she couldn't stop it

she only fell apart

is she a sinner as

it was heard?

no,she's just

out of her control

she's getting addicted to his art,he's just a mind-blow to her yellow heart. none of her words could be let out like a dangerous poison for her ears,she's the one with issues of fear,regretting the cases earlier that made her feel like her chest hurts and her mind gets loud because the world has this void,stuck on her,and her pulse stopped working because of the nothingness,it's like a rose with a broken neck..wasting it's death..

i've should known back then,i've shouldn't leave her like a relief,i've should take her back in my shell,where my space is free and could it be for her..because her space was touched,her body was damaged...and i could fix that,i'm such a shame. i've could take the hits in my brain,as long as she feels comfortable in my own world,she's not a relief..no. she deserved to see another kind of artistic mind. she's destructed. but open-minded. she's naive. but she's with a heart of glass. she has no money. but still,she has that surprisingly attractive side. she's called "paradise",but in her fears she's paralyzed. she creates like God,but she's not getting higher. she only knows trust on her mind and soul.

that's why he left her as a relief,concentrating on something better than her attractive universe,for him she's called a burden that burns the shadows away,that was kind of extra hit for her peaceful humanity.

she's taken for a disappointment,that's why only the truth is rejected by those who's hearts were the darkest,so as their embrace could be such pathetic way to grab or stab someone's weak place,grab their ATTENTION,grab their POWER,grab their ABILLITY,grab their HEART and stab it,like they stab their own life... (but she could be appreciated by me.) it's heavy. rain is heavy as the place in her heart,now,she's in the rain. and i'm still looking on her wet clothes,her ripped jeans and pale face,her destroyed from the rain make up,her wet hair,her lost smile that made me feel realize my mistakes,but humanity never lose. she never lost,he lost the chances to turn these incredible moments with her back again and again. that's the reason,she's in the rain..powerful aura such as hers,she trapped me inside with her kiss,grabbed my attention till the end of it,i'm loosing myself over her nature.

her smile appeared,

the sun came,

and rain stopped,

she went somewhere

so far,so far away

i knew she ran to

hug the sun..

Singing Nightmare.

nightmare is a singer

singing in the dark as

there is a following cry

in the corner of my own.

sirens appear as

hallucinations of deep fear,

crying is not gonna save us,

trap is going to break us,

no one is here to take us.

the fear we are waiting for

is near...

so closer,i can feel the cold air

making goosebumps on my skin,

telling me to prepare

no time for deadly stories,

fear soon is coming,

screams aren't helping

they only break the ceiling

wishes in this planet

don't come true,

death is all for you,

all for you,

don't waste it

don't taste it,

don't regret it,

hear it...nightmare comes,

it comes for you to

sing you a song.

This deserves appreciation.♡

The fluency at which my mind thinks is blinding.

It's not surprising that tears form in the droop of my eyelids.

Every thought leads to another thats more detrimental than the last and it fuels the idea that my life's in a crisis.

Deep breaths. Leave stress behind and seek comfort in the warmth of the light.

What light?

The light that was shined in my face by my faith till it burnt my retinas and I felt like a slave?

Or the light that is promised when you behave and obey your time away and still end up laying in waste?

Say grace.

Amazing. Better give this guy some hearts.

I write to face my fears.

Like when you don’t know what you’ve got until she leaves and you feel the tears, and you weep and you lose your hair, and your sleep is just all nightmares, and you seep into dark despair, when you breathe you can’t feel the air, and you panic.

The manic depressive in you, an addict for anguish, madness is all you fathom, you crash in repeated fashions, your actions can’t help you manage, the sadness you have is havoc, no passion for life it’s tragic, it happens to be a habit.

You try to go back to where it started, where happiness departed, where you lost your heart and replaced the space with scars, the hardest part is knowing you’ve wasted all your time in loathing, you’d chosen to throw away the emotions that made you human.

Inspiring.

Truth be told. I only hold the notion of hope so I can cope with the fact I have no control.

Every day it seems my emotions are laid out in front of me, splayed out and suddenly I'm drained out, my energy just fades out I want to be ok, but how?

I try to walk toward joy, but my legs give and the ground pulls me down in the usual way it seems to enjoy. My thoughts just turn into noise at this point. As the dirt cradles me, anxiety slips beside me and silently slides into my psyche.

I sink deeper into the earth and the dirt falls from the sides, spiders crawl up my thighs, I'm appalled when I cry out and my Lord won't reply.

Suffocating in this space the grace of God cannot reach this place. I accept my fate, quietly close my eyes and start my day.

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Only if i could scream against the pain.