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Keep Me SafeEmbrace my sight away from this lightKeep Me Safe by Momo587
And forevermore in darkness keep me safe
My Demons and I are aware of one another
While my Angels pity me as they know me no more
Keep me where my fears I cannot see
Keep me where my shadow they cannot reach
I am alive but in the ground I am buried
My mind is peculiar; I am wrong as I am pale
The form of my sanity is my insanity
Addicted to Despair; my piece of cake
Embrace my heart away from this kindness
And so deeply in wickedness drench what is left of me
My Demons and I have fallen for one another
While my Angels cry for me more and more
Keep me where my face I cannot see
Keep me where my world I cannot feel
I am dead but in the ground I am living
My mind is heavy; I am old as I am gray
The form of my insanity disguised by sanity
Addicted to illusion; my peace of mind.
Sunday 1 January 12, 2014
Enough!Exhaustion found a place to rest its headEnough! by Momo587
My heart is the pillow and my body is the bed
So weary and tired I have become of this life
To reality I was wed as a widow not a wife
Oh sweet agony, my sweet child, my unborn
A child I was when my smile died and I was born
Dear misery, my miserably significant other
This pain I can no longer hide nor can I cover
I am a language you cannot speak
The word Melancholy at its peak
Understand that I am sick beyond comprehension
A dignified freak with a certified apprehension
You do not know this person that you see
For I am imprisoned in the bottom of a sea
Just let them be oh dear self, let them be
You are not the queen nor are you the bee
So read my words; read them well
Close your lids and cast this spell
“Lay my heart in slumber deep
Where my eyes shall never weep
Where this soul of mine shall never seep
And in this world of my doing I shall keep”.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Demons.A hollow cell that once used to be human.
That's what's left from the old me.
I touch the place on my chest,
Where my heart used to be.
I feel the beating, but the heart is gone.
Was it ever really there?
And I wonder; am I made out of stone?
Cause the moments I feel are rare.
And I'm asking you now,
Now that my mind is clear.
Will you tell me how
I'm supposed to get rid of the fear?
How am I supposed to fight the demons,
When I don't know where my angels lay?
And how am I supposed to keep them at bay?
They're always therein the back of my head.
Whispering. Slithering. Destroying.
Now I know I'd be better off dead
with my thoughts they are toying.
And in the tiniest moment that I can think straight.
I keep doubting my distorted and twisted fate.
And I count the stars, in an utterly empty sky,
as I prevent my mind from seeing their lie.
'Death,' they hiss and their voice is dire.
'Blood,' they scream and their voice is fire.
'Souls,' they crave a