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Apologies Pt. 2What started as apology Has run dry with contempt I’ve little time for wasted smiles Or vacant malcontent This whispering is deafening These liars so sincere With precious little effort The smoke begins to clearApologies Pt. 2
This sick and tired poor excuse To fuck ourselves to death Is drowning me in coughing fits And choking out my breath
I’m bored of always circling And searching for the kill If you don’t have my heart by now I guess you never will
by ~Jyrk
The Taste of Poison The room was cold, but it was better than the street. Shivering at the thought she poured herself another whiskey. She enjoyed watching the amber liquid crawl down glass walls, and the bourbon felt good, burning through her like a rush of summer, warm and heady still this late in December.The Taste of Poison
Snow hammered on the window, falling softly but somehow violent, slashing wet streaks across the pane. Each snowflake different but all the same, they piled on the ledge and spilled into the snowy streets. This would be a long winter she thought, with
by ~Jyrk
Wrist DeepI wouldn’t call her love. She indulges neither happiness nor denial Yet she orchestrates such tragic passions Wrist deep in self afflicted whims Held close to the heart And denying her into a cheapened existence.Wrist Deep
There are echoes, and still Her voice evades me Only constant are the words And the crook of her smile Her eyes are always shifting A riddle of hues and expression While she ever plays the siren Drowning me in promises.
by ~Jyrk
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The Art Of Losing HopeBecause I kept it alive so long… It’s prodding me now to see if I’m still breathing. To find if there’s an ounce of anything good that it hasn’t darkened in me yet. Just to keep it away. So I can see it, But can’t feel it. Then it takes my sight and blurs it, So I stumble forward blindly, hoping to touch it.The Art Of Losing Hope
But when I reach it… My hands are so numb from crawling, That I can’t even tell I’m holding it with bloody fingers. I cling to it and level up to my useless eyes, Only to see that I don’t even know what it looks
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Above the InfluenceFlash! Bang! Zoom! Drive energetically to your doom, reaching aesthetically toward the gloom. How much is left? How much longer can you go before...you...crash?Above the Influence
Chorus Drink, smoke, laughing at another joke. It won't be long till you've broken all your spokes and careened off the road. Living your life while unde the influence.
Grope, kiss, aren't you going way to fast for this? Lost in the thrill of the journey into the bedroom. How much longer can you have this...heart...of...glass?
Chorus Sleep, wake, escap
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I’m too young for all this heartbreak
Too young for all the pain
Too young for every boy
Who ever took my love in vain
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