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You have no further need to think up powerfully haunting glimpses into the barren wasteland that is your soul. You don't have to wear a beret, smoke cheroots and wish you had teats so you could change your name to "Sylvia Plath" and hurl yourself around the moors in the rain at the sheer unfairness of not being recognised as a beautiful and precious individual in the cogs of the machine. Maaaan
Nope, now you generate your very own tortured "Nobody gets me wah wah wah life is hard sob sob" missive whilst self-harming and listening to The Smiths/Evanescence/TrendyGothLifeSuck, wearing your cool black apathy t-shirt and moping about like your the only person ever to have to experience hormonal confusion!!!!!
Here's mine:
the night falls as if slain by the sun, soulless are we.
the understanding for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
smothered by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must not endure.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you cause such hurt?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
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Adam
Had 'em
The End
the god for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
smothered by your obsession.
all hope must fail.
your heart beats no more.
how could you fail to believe?
angels surround us, crying,
we have lost our way.
he controls my mam,
dark thoughts eminate through her,
I want to be inside her,
womb,
again,
but he kicks me out,
his legs like pistons,
forcing me down,
spasms,
he makes a quip,
tell the midwife who placenta,
light,
darkness.
I am alone.
Love
Frightened by what could have been
Under whelmed, hopeless too
Consequences still ring faintly
Killed by death in the end
Yet you keep on
On until I'm gone
Under all that we used to have
the night falls without a sound, soulless are we.
the emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
taken by guilt.
all hope must sicken and die.
your love no more.
how could you leave me?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we have lost our way.