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Even though the world may have treated me so unkind

And took the very last stardust from my eyes

Look and realize the truth from the lies

The scars that remain lie on the inside

Pierced and tattered this poor heart of mine

I guess I was made to feel your pain

A byproduct of your hate

A worthless mutt and nothing more

To be forced to live a life that’s not yours

You reap what you sow but still it ain’t your own

This is all I’ve ever known

To know your worth is yours to keep

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I was trapped in a living nightmare

My body shaking,trembling,

Terrified afraid and scared

The blood of my soul cried

And bleed the very day I died

I guess you have to die a few times

Before you can really start to live

If I told you

About the darkness inside me

Turned inward and faced me

Still looked at me like the Sun

Would you still see me shine

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The Lord is Not My Shepherd

For I Am Not A Sheep𖣘

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𓂀 ♕

I am more than a dream, darling. I am your destiny and you are mine forever 🗡️

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Power in Exchange of A Shattered Heart

Where secrets sway, a power struggle goes array

Like night and day

Constant eyes with their watchful gaze

Manipulation’s subtle craze

Wrong hands weave a wicked dance

While they play Intricate games

A darkened romance

Don’t be fooled by their deceit,

Stupid games, their sly conceit

A cautionary warning

Of constant surveillance’s sting

In the midst of light only truth will prevail

Resist the lure of power’s game.

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Truth Stings, Hate Prevails

In a world where truth may sting,

Not my fault, the echoes bring

Unyielding truths, a towering wall,

Bothersome truths, they stand tall,

Yet you’d rather choose to hate, not recall.

Cast by spite's cruel gate,

Unwarranted hate, a venomous weight

No reason found, no justification for this state

While bitterness thrives and hate prevailed

Art Credits to @eduard_ov 🖤

This poem reflects a world where confronting uncomfortable truths can be challenging, despite the echoes of bothersome truths standing tall, people tend to choose hatred over acknowledging and remembering these truths. It highlights the human tendency to avoid difficult realities, opting for denial or animosity instead.

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Hell Is A Place To Fear

Deep in the darkest shadows, where minds entwine

And darkness thrives

A sinister meeting, where evil connives

Sick and lost within, truly haunting

With mind too deranged to rationalize

Where hatred is reigned high and crowned off false pride

Unfazed by hell’s fiery embrace, a twisted grace

Truly mentally deranged in mysterious ways

They revel in malice, in realms where they can see

Through twisted paths, they wander aimlessly

Psychotic whispers comes from their demons

Where cruel and cunning thoughts unfold

Take heed as a cautionary tale and all that lies beneath

Of hearts consumed by relentless hunger and grief

Even the tormented find a tale to tell, where the souls swell

Even the wicked may confront their own hell

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Unbroken spirit

In shadows deep, where torment resides,

A soul endured endlessly, amidst cruel lies.

Betrayed by trust and love, by malice led,

Yet stands unbroken, undeterred.

Through trials dark, the most purest spirit tested,

By those who sought to leave it bested.

But in the silence of the night,

Resides a strength that takes its flight.

No forgiveness sought or given,

No mercy will be granted upon them

For wounds so deep, by utter hatred driven

Sleep finds solace in peace where pain lies,

In knowing worth can't be unbound .

The last chapter in this book will forever be foretold

When the echoes fade and it will remain cast away

In solitude, a choice is made.

The souls of the wicked and dammed

Will finally be brought to they’re knees

For a journey forward, free from strife,

Only those who cherish truest life.

Art credits to oyouun from illustrators.RU 🌸

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

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The Ghost Of Us

In shadows cast from memories past,

The ghost of us, a lingering contrast.

Whispers echo of what used to be,

Haunting me in quiet reverie

Fading echoes of laughter’s embrace,

Glimpses of love in a distant space.

Yet, in the silence where echoes roam,

The ghost of us finds its eternal home.

A spectral dance of what once was,

Through time’s passage, a bittersweet buzz

Haunted by the fragments we set free,

The ghost of us, a wistful decree

The ghost of who we used to be still haunts me 𓁹𓁹

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I was told and reminded

That I wasn’t beautiful anymore,

For my flesh was weakened and tattered,

Unworthy of being loved

As once radiant,

I’ve become now a distant lore,

The gleam of beauty no longer mattered.

Time had etched its tale into my skin,

With each scar and bruise

The pain remains the same

A story untold

A life lived through thick and thin,

Sorrow and never ending betrayal

In a soul, with a body growing old

For within this fragile frame,

Lies a spirit bold and bright,

A heart that loves the same,

And eyes that still see light.

So though my flesh may be torn,

And my exterior shows wear,

I’m beautiful and reborn

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Still Burning ����

Belladonna of Sadness (1973) dir. Eiichi Yamamoto

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The world likes to think I’m broken however it’s what’s inside of me that saves my soul.

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Here in the forest

Lovely, Dark and deep

I offer you

Eternal sleep

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

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Image by Zillah Letty

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The Island of Dr. Moreau

Written by Burt Lancaster & Micheal York (1996)

Inside me

Something seethes lowly in my body

Like some feral rabid hound

Claws at my ribcage

And all of my devotion turns violent

Begging to come out and be freed

This is the beginning of which a girl

Becomes a women and unravels into a wolf

A beast, skin walker

All women turn into animals

At a certain point

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Dissolving flesh and melting bone

To lie with you alone

But I’d rather be slowly

Consumed by moss

For I do not deserve you

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