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The Devil’s Bloom

“It begins like a seed. It ends in a carnival of colorful despair.”

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A whisper here,
a thought there,
little things
everywhere.

Fear — sweet, sweet seduction.
The Devil’s Bloom, I call it.

Riding on a mighty high-horse,
dressed in glitters of your mediocrity.

A table for two,
the dinner of a lifetime,
a righteous feast.

Perfected just for you.
Oh, the details —
impeccable.

It’s beginning like a seed.
Its end, a carnival of colorful despair,
each thought tap-dancing
on your quivering heart.

But I reckon,
the bloom withers
if you don’t water it.

And only those who’ve knelt
in hell’s defiance
would dare,

point and say:
“Hades is that way.”

Luna

Connected the dots.

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Fear is a kind of madness, I believe —
the devil’s bloom, I call it.

A communion of false insecurities,
where misery twirls ever so gracefully.

It twirls and dances,
until my mind takes it leave.
Their works are like anchors.

“You are responsible for your happiness,” they said.
Oh, but the chore of it.

I dinned with regret —
it was just a fling,
though its kisses were anything but.

Then happiness said, hi.
Ah — to flirt with perfection.

I like it here.
I might stay.

If i was a writer, i would write tragedies!

“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”

Horace Walpole

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In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.

Peace/Torture

Hazy

You can’t see clearly if you don’t stop crying.

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It’s 2:00am, and am still up,

happens most times, so am not surprised.

It getting more frequent, and am getting worried!

every time I close my eyes, I play the same scene

over and over.

The weird part of this mess,

It hasn’t happened yet.

I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t know this people.

Am I to blame for this disaster to come, I wonder.

Oxygen reminds me of what’s to come.

Mansion

Come with me, hide with me, together we escape, pretend we’re somewhere else.

Temple One & katty Heath;

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I built a mansion, just around the corner of my sanity.

Each brick, molded precisely to match every memory ever made.

No shadows, silhouettes, or presence permitted, I declared.

Then I heard it.

 

A soft knock on the door, prompting me to open the door, open my soul, my heart, but I can’t.

It going to spill out, all the memories, the pain, joy, hope, despair.

Especially hope, a terrible gift to loss;

Flood me like the wave of a wicked tide

 

“go away, private sanity” I say! no reply,

just a soft thump that create a rhyme in my heart.

Of fear? of peace? Still unknown.

A thump to remind me there is a world outside,

Av’ lived it. Hence, my mansion

The feeling between fear and love will never have a place in my mansion, I promise.

It still goes on.

Give me a mention

Give me a mention, please.

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This is the starting of my greatest

the still air, like we are frozen in time

and every sound a loud echo.

Holding my breath,

his walking, step of confident exhumes him.

One after the other. How? I ask myself

I stretch my hand, I just wanna ask

maybe, he will give me a mention

to whatever source the strength pours from.

Dark Hollow

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Help! Help! am drowning,

In the violent sea of the promises you never made

you bore me yet you buried me with every breath

your footstep, a dirge to my fragile heart

My heartbeat sycophants with thy footstep as you welcome your presence

the one picture of me smiling is a dream in it’s making

this look of sadness bares no resemblance to the dark hole in the chest you hollowed

It started like a movie with no hopes for a happy ending, then made the nightly news

The scenes play out in slow motion  in my head everyday

I don’t know how to fast forward, if I did, I would memorize it

The sheep she led me to wants more than I can speak

If I see a bright light I promise I will follow.

I though the hell was never-ending so I took to my wrist

turns out you were right I am a coward indeed!

tracks meet in your car and complicates my plans for you

even then, your memories like spiked torn in my being

the part you played in reforming my silhouette is the best of your effort

I don’t know what your truth is, if I did I would bury it

Someone, tell me what happened after the first shot

I don’t remember any of it, don’t want to, but tell me

I wish I was innocent in a bad way but I found that i am reticent in my own strength

I wish this heart could bleed out right

I won’t fight it, fight how rare and beautiful it is to merely exist.