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Union lack…

Put up a flag, desperate to fit…
Flags that were used on hideous ships…

Where are you Jack?
Who is it this time?

Can’t help think of the kids that have to fight to survive…
Whilst yours flit between different lives, crying inside…

Sing them a brutish lullaby,
About a world that never lived…
The same lullaby that reverberates through the opera boxes of this creaking pit…

It’s only purpose to keep you as the sick,
The sick who were shown to sit and take it, teeth full of grit; or vilely spit, taken in the clutches of that ugly shadow bearer’s writ…
The child looks like a clown because of what you did…

The child’s not scared of clowns now, they’re not scared of anything…

Soot on their face and blood on their lips…
They’re broken inside, yet we are the sick…
We’re sick of your lies
We’re sick of our frame
We’re sick of your blame
We’re sick of your lack of shame…

We’re sick of your hideous, righteous twist
We’re sick of your negligent noose
We’re waiting for it to trip back on you…
We’re waiting for you to tell the truth
the sickness has claimed me
the plague has overtaken my body
aches and pains
raw and runny nose
bedridden and exhausted
this night may be my last
I'm so dramatic lol, I just have a cold
Sleepypanda Aug 27
She is aware of her foolishness.
That kind of girl who can't even say it out loud yet has a lot in mind.
She wishes you could understand more, but you are you.
At times, she also struggled to understand herself.
They are both doomed, trying at different paces.
Leaving a permanent mark to remember.
Headache because of sleeping
ac Aug 20
i bet you’re on the pills again
cuz you’re still missing me
and your girlfriend she ended it
so how are you supposed to sleep

yeah i bet you’re on the pills again
your pain cuts so deep
tequila can’t fill the cuts
they’re everywhere you leave

i hope your daddy’s done hating you
i don’t know cuz he knows and won’t save you
explains how f-ed up you came to be
explains the ways you treated me

you’ve been sick and i fell for it
i’ve loved the sick since i could breath
thinking maybe i could save you
how hilarious of me
and i’m sick for kind of loving it
the way that you needed me
cuz the sick can be contagious
and you were contagious to me
i bet you’re on the pills again
song i’m writing
Lazlo Mehl Aug 18
THE WORLD IS AGAINST US AND WE HAVE NO ONE TO SAVE US....

If children are born of innocence why are so many found guilty, why are so many taken away at such a young age...

Parents are supposed to be guardian yet they are taking away our lives with no remorse they beat on us until life eventually fails us, why do they have us just to throw us away is this what God intended for us, for us to breath our last breath at just four years old... Parent we have a message for you "if you can't protect us who the hell will.

Stop taking away our lives!!!
hurt has no word for parents who abuse and heaven has no place for people like you
Zywa Jul 28
I have a cold, and

I enjoy the drowsiness --


It gives me shelter.
"Dagboek 1970-1971" ("Diary 1970-1971", 2011, Frida Vogels) - January 2nd, 1971, San Severo

Collection "Trench Walking"
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