Emotion: AngerThe thoughts and feelings pulse through the mind.The potent ones leave scratches on your soul.The thought of escape feels futile.But how is this happening when you told yourself it never would?The emotional pain you feel is real.Despite these emotions being real, they still numb you.The pain you feel is followed by numbness.A numbness that you can’t escape.No matter how hard you try, it will always be there.You begin to wonder if there will ever be a way out.If there will ever be a happy place for you to run to.If there even is a happy place out there somewhere.There is nothing that can control you once you’ve hit the top.Nothing to calm you or release you from your agony.No matter how many tears you shed,No matter how many wounds you give yourself,And no matter how loud you scream,Your anger will never go away.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Watch it crumble, break and fall.Look at all the bloody glass,How it reminds them of a severed past.Watch a reflection slowly disappear,Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.A breathless state of mind goes by,Am I just alive or did I die?Confused and in an awe,Careless people unknown to what one saw.Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,Why did you crumble, break and fall?
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Cemetery CatsThe wolves were out that nightand all of the hook laden quipsthat we concoctedfell upon lipslike a hummingbird's whisper.Then, they ignited into flameslike burning stars.That should have been us:beautiful ash, supernova romancewith tongue and fingers soaked in ink.We always did find the taste of Heavenstale, like coffee three days old.And with that taste still lingering,you were a walking oxymoron.A sinner come to savethese easily swayed, glass bonesfrom smashing into oblivion.I longed to taste that wild,untamed energy beneath your skin.Devour that dragons heart,and tattoo love along the bruisesI begged you to leave on my arms.[ The 7 deadly sins wrapped up into one nasty little Pisces. ]You made me violent.Names come and go,but the race of theserose petal heartswont easily be forgotten.--As we spent our nights in graveyards,with ghosts, in the company ofstone angels and cemetery cats-Whispering our secrets to the dead.