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ForgivenessI am a shadow of your past
I am human no more
But a ghost
Haunting your sleepless nights
I am a forsaken soul
Within your dreams of death
I don't want to be here any longer
I don't want to see your face
With tears glinting on your pale skin
Upon your dying breath
I set your soul free
On the frozen winds
Of my ice cold heart
Just one more cutSweaty palms
Blade in hand
Many old scars
I know I have a choice
Or my pen
But maybe just one more slice
Just another one won't make a difference
Maybe no one will notice
Through red, bloodshot eyes
And tear stained cheeks
A broken but beating heart
Thoughts at war
Maybe he won't mind the cuts
Maybe he really doesn't care
Another tiny drop of blood
Now I know I can still feel
Now I know that I am still human
I still exist here
I'm not really a invisible ghost like they say
That has no emotions
This pain is whats real
Pain is the only thing left that can chain me to reality
Venom for the anonymousI know I should feel guilt as I draw these lines
as I fall once again
As I paint these pictures
visions of my past
flash before my eyes like sad photos
my brain goes over these memories again,..
like i have done many times over the years,..
tracing everything about you onto my mind,..
page by page
I look with sorrow,..
look at how broken I have become,..
icy fingers page through my mind,..
these memories like long forgotten art,..
frozen on a picture of your beautiful face,..
I stare in shame,..
why did things change
why did I become this beast
I reached out for you,..
stretching my boney hands towards you,..
I long to feel you aga
What do i need to find?I walk in silence,..
Trying to forget the violence.
Every day trying to forget the past,..
and all the feelings that couldn't last.
But to erase you from my mind,..
is not as simple as you walking out the door.
Trying to forget your forbidden name,..
and the glory of my forgotten fame.
But my mind is always stuck on the scene of your face,..
all i want to do is erase the memories from this place.
Every night i have strange dreams,..
in which no one ever hears my screams.
Everyday i sit alone in my room,..
the loneliness making it feel like a tomb.
My body is starting to rust,..
as is sit and decay, i turn into dust.
I'm waiting for my black k
Where is the deliverance?My heart has turned cold against the world,..
This music is the only thing that can numb me from my pain,..
but it can't hide me from my shame.
I'm an outcast among all mankind,..
always the one that's left behind.
There is a cloud of darkness surrounding my outer form,..
all the other people sees me as a storm.
But this darkness is my protection,..
from all their rejection.
When i look in the mirror my innermost demon is revealed,..
i can no longer keep it concealed.
My eyes have been opened,
now i can see all the demons.
Just another brick in the wall,..
and another portrait on the wall,..
and a scary face in the mirror down the hall.
Dream on dreamerAnd then she grew up,..
drank from death's cup.
She feels ashamed,..
but He is the one to be blamed,..
after she was the one framed,..
now she hangs from the wall of the unnamed,..
waiting to be reclaimed,..
waiting to be tamed,..
waiting to feel unashamed.
Hanging from death's wall,..
she feels so small,..
as she starred down the hall,..
the darkness making her skin crawl.
This crime scene,..
of your little sweetheart queen,..
she was only fourteen,..
when you became so mean,..
you left her heart unclean,..
but now she is eighteen,..
still just another broken teen,..
addicted to her computer screen,..
obsessed with the obscene,..
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More