AFTERLIFE
I WATCH MY HEART DECAY WITH MY BONES, I SHOULD HAVE STEPPED AWAY WHEN I MET MY LOVE, I GOT A PLACE IN A COFFIN AS A RESULT, I SHOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN ATTACHED TO ANYONE 'FORE I BECAME AN ADULT HOW MANY TIMES ALREADY SAID, LOVE DOES NOT EXIST, HOW MANY MORE TIMES WILL I BE BETRAYED? TILL I UNDERSTAND THE TRUTH, I JUST WANNA SHARPEN THE BLADE, AND THEN MAKE A SWING AFTER WHICH BLOOD WILL SPRAY, I DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING, WHY DOES ALL THE BLAME FALL ON ME ALL THE TIME? YOU'RE ALL HYPOCRITICAL, I AM NOT THE SAME AND 'CUZ OF THIS YOU KILL ME WITH YOUR LIES, I'LL RIP OFF BOTH WINGS OF YOUR LYING ANGELS AND LEAVE THEM BLEED TO DROWN IN THEIR OWN LIES Uh, I'm really pissed off and soon YOU WILL BRING ME TO A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, DON'T THINK THAT I'M A TOY AND YOU CAN DRAW YOURSELF A HALO, I'll expose your lies by the roots and then let's see who's right, My hate for those like you can make you lose yo' life, You better sleep with one eye open tonight, 'CAUSE NOTHING HOLDS ME BACK FROM KILLING YOU, MAN I hear someone's rustle, the reflex works in an instant, I got along with violence, I don't feel myself so distant, I don't feel disgusted, I just accepted my essence as it is, My reaction now is faster and I'm using it to my advantage, I had to throw the last corpse TO THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE, Yeah, I play at the expense, AND SO FAR I'M IN THE BLACK, And I won't stop the carnage TILL I FILL MY THIRST FOR HATE I consider almost all people to be garbage because they kill themselves and for this they don't even need anyone's help. It's just that they themselves are building a bridge straight to hell, and this is the doom of all people to a hopeless death... See you in the afterlife o/
2021-05-08 04:52:14
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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