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winter
                            reminds me of the
death
                      inside me
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You’ve hardened me
And every silver bullet
you’ve lodged into my heart,
I’ve plucked out,
Enduring the pain
And built myself an armor
Out of your betrayal.

And You are not a Phoenix.
Your tears
Will not heal
the open wounds
you have caused
With your trifling talons.
You cannot fix this.

Ungreased wheels on my chair,
No one to push,no one to pull,
Rolling, struggling to get out of the room
A room with no light and no direction.

A room with no floors,
Only heavy rains seeping into the ground
Fighting to pull the wheels, another round,
Stuck in the clingy clay swamps

No sounds, but the beating of the heart.
Deafening, piercing the drums with screams.
Thousands upon thousands of voices
Taunting and teasing but no one in sight

Oddity of friends gather round.
Droplets of blood running down the arm
Each gaining it's own name.
Razors become an invite to friendship

A bug in the corner, a man that doesnt exist.
Friends long sense gone
And notes left to yourself.
Become a ray of hope,  but nothing more.

Mornings light mocks the soul
A reminder that no one is here.
Courage and cowardice go hand in hand
As the blade sends the rsvp

**** the tears that burnt a hole in my soul.
**** the years that took away my youth.

To hell with tomorrow, and the days to come
Leaving it all on the sheets tonight.

***** the pain and the agony you dumped on me.
Going to obliterate the nightmares at satan's feet.

Keep your rivers in your dry pockets.
Moisten not the skies with your writings,
For it never mattered more than…..