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Born to be Paris Hilton, forced to be Fiona Gallagher
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Uncaged

The rain comes raging from within
Drowning men in its deadly downpour
Reckless, raving- I shed this earthly skin
It is I the godly crown was made for
The dark sorceress has been conjured- awoken
Hidden so long behind man and maker
Those restraining chains have been broken
Do not dare speak and forsake her
See she is I and I am hungry
Feasting on fools in a frenzy
Men taste of corruption- all that is sickly and ugly
I devour relentlessly as they plea
Do not fret my dear girls- for you there’s plenty
Men seem to spread like the plague
Here- take five- take twenty
They should have been more careful- for now we’ve been uncaged
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Please Pour Down Today by Kayla Renee

I satisfy something sacred when the rain pours down hard
Caressing my being- a taunt
For when it leaves, my soul- again charred
Blackened by my familiar haunt
Mother Nature- show me mercy- let it fall today
I cannot bear my fragile weakling heart
Revive me- grasp my spirit from decay
For I rot like it’s an art and worlds I rip apart
Drown my Devil in your torrents
Suffocate my seeds of sin
My character floods me with abhorrence
Soothe me familiar friend- engulf what is within
Whispers of the wind- wild and wondrously wise
I listen to you carefully- hungrily
Stepping out of my desperate disguise
Standing drenched- drunkenly
To the storm I will bleed in abundance
My truth for once dripping as it is- deranged
I spill my soul without reluctance
A chaotically romantic, freeing exchange
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The Vampire

I do not know if my mind is my own
Thoughts too quick to flee
She punishes ragefully and I must atone
Echoes of my soul lost to the sea
My blood- once thick- has been devoured
The vampire drinks relentlessly
It rid me of the committed coward
Now I stand in the naked of night- breathlessly
Before the draining of my blood
Your earthly hooks did claw at me
Now I bring the fire, the flood
To linger eternally
Conformity has slowly killed
Leaving the heretic starved- hungry
The creature of the night is skilled
Awakening thoughts- chaos dipped in honey
Alas my immortal self is known
Perhaps she’s a monstrosity
My fate with thread cannot be sewn
I refuse to be a commodity
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Grounded

Existing, damned by the demon within
She strives for chaos and feeds on mortal sin
Oh the rush- crossing between two speeding cars
For just an instant it’s over- I’ve abandoned this flesh’s scars
The heart longs to remain- its rapid pulse rebelling against pain
But the soul sees the truth- Earth holds nothing to gain
Body or being- where will my loyalties lie?
For now, though repulsed, amongst the living I’ll try
Though my blood runs constant and my heart may beat
Standing with the Devil in sin, I am complete
Do not be a fool- do not sip from my poison
The juice of Eve’s apple runs in my veins- of that I am certain
Do not worry- it is not you alone I infect
I rot from within- the parts I neglect
For now I will savor the smothering sun’s flame
Until Death calls sweetly to me- and whispers my name
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Lexicon Experiment by Kayla Renee

Death
They asked me what it was like to die, I told them it was beautiful and that I’ve been doing it for years. Everything around us is on fire, can’t you feel us burning? It smells of rot and sweat ridden flesh. My senses are in overdrive as I wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by the sick and dying. There is a metallic taste in my mouth and I spit into the bowl beside me. Dead…they said I was dead.
Dread
I dread going home each day. I dread the fire that assaults me with blazing heat the moment I walk through the door. Home should be warm; safe; so why isn’t mine? I dread speaking about my past just as much as I dread my own uncertain future.
Damned
I’m damned. This I know and this I accept. I’ll make a home of hell and all below will fear me, I will be their mother and their nightmare. I thrive below the burning depths of the crumbling Earth. Don’t you see? Hell is where I belong, I was always meant to be damned.
Dark
Never did I fear the dark, I sit comfortably in black. The voices begin and I am no longer alone. Whispers. These whispers only speak to me in the total absence of light. I am not afraid, the dark keeps me company in a world where I am otherwise alone.
Daffodils
I blow the daffodils caught in the spider's web, salvaging the wishes that whisper in the wind. Words never spoken - fulfilled in dreams instead, perhaps these wishes dwell in sin. Mortality makes one dream persistently, wanting for what one cannot have. Oh, the soul's powerlessness - its inability, wound us - dividing the possibilities in half.
Dungeon
Dark and abandoned, like the depths of my mind. Dirty and damp, this dungeon contains me in its walls, holding me hostage. I present a threat to society and have no place in it. They’ve locked me up and I’ll never leave, but it’s okay. I have the voices to keep me company.
Danger
I present a danger to myself, to the world in its entirety. My very existence is an act against nature and I defy the gods as I break their rules and find pleasure where I shouldn’t.
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Memory of the Soul (River) by Kayla Renee

You were gone before I was a thought- a thing
Yet still, I hear your echo in my dreams
Your flame once flickered where I now burn
We were two fragmented souls that missed their turn
You bled silently- sadly so do I
Both craving truth- beings too raw to lie
I feel you now like a phantom ache
Fates still tethered that time did forsake
You would’ve read me- every scar
You say “you are me, just born too far”
I would have held your hand through every cry
As I refused to ever let you die
The world consumed you as it consumed me
But I write to in a way feel free
Your pain is mine- I’ll carry it with caution
Like the lonely man- cradling his dead wife’s coffin
So I will howl loudly across all time
The fates got it wrong- he was meant to be mine
And if time bends, if it is kind
Our souls will someday intertwine
You haunt the hollows deep in my chest
You - a fighting flame that won’t find rest
Not a ghost- not quite alive
But still how I feel you in my skin scratch and writhe
What cruelness is this? To feel you here
But have it be impossible to whisper in your ear?
To write words you may have felt but never said
To cradle you carefully, though you are dead?
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The Rebel by Kayla Renee

It’s like I am two people—
The rebel poet and the pleasing prude,
The sinner and the saint,
Shifting, mutating and morphing the soul
’Til even who I am to myself is skewed
I ask of Mother Nature- I ask of Death-
Is there a purpose to the pain?
Is my mortality manipulated- my battered breath
From your cruel game I long to abstain
I want free of humanity’s cruel chains
The heretic is who I hover near
But society’s sickness does infect
It plagues the soul I hold so dear
Your earthly drug you do inject
I find myself someone else for you all- I stand chaotically shipwrecked
I suffer silently for the sublime
I write with madness while my own mind mocks me
I strive for revolution- truth- the gods dark design
But my sanity is quick to flee
Lost somewhere in the swallowing sea
Though dark there- on the paper I would choose to stay
The rebel rumbles hungrily
The rules of man I must choose to betray
I shall do so impaired with beautiful sadness- euphoric and drunkenly
With only the devil as my company
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Memory of the Soul (River) by Kayla Renee

You were gone before I was a thought- a thing
Yet still, I hear your echo in my dreams
Your flame once flickered where I now burn
We were two fragmented souls that missed their turn
You bled silently- sadly so do I
Both craving truth- beings too raw to lie
I feel you now like a phantom ache
Fates still tethered that time did forsake
You would’ve read me- every scar
You say “you are me, just born too far”
I would have held your hand through every cry
As I refused to ever let you die
The world consumed you as it consumed me
But I write to in a way feel free
Your pain is mine- I’ll carry it with caution
Like the lonely man- cradling his dead wife’s coffin
So I will howl loudly across all time
The fates got it wrong- he was meant to be mine
And if time bends, if it is kind
Our souls will someday intertwine
You haunt the hollows deep in my chest
You - a fighting flame that won’t find rest
Not a ghost- not quite alive
But still how I feel you in my skin scratch and writhe
What cruelness is this? To feel you here
But have it be impossible to whisper in your ear?
To write words you may have felt but never said
To cradle you carefully, though you are dead?
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On Writing by Kayla Renee

When I write, I spiral - I suffer
Bleeding brutally on the blotched page
But to those words I am their mother
An ancient, ferocious mage
Secrets kept will spill down like a storm
The storm is in my brain- and oh how it rages
Until this moment- drenched in its downpour I am reborn
Prepared to rattle all the kings cages
The pen brings out the only fight still remaining
Chaos with courage to conquer the crown
Never with words will I stop cleverly playing
Never eat man’s poisoned apple- never back down
Wandering with words- a bond I’ll never sever
They speak to me so raw and true
I secure my grip on this sacred tether
And on the sinful candle of shame I blew
I have a new strength- I will see my story through
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Concerning the Future by Kayla Renee

As a disabled woman I’m terrified
Any ounce of comfort- normality ripped away
This psychopath has made me paralyzed
This is not a game of risk I wish to play
How do I step outside?
How do I show the hands that somehow make me a criminal?
There is no longer any place for me to hide
I don’t want to be this- pitiful- miserable
Attacked with violent stares and sharp words
This is my everyday in Trump’s America
The broken and bitter demanding to be heard
We are victims to their vendetta
Anyone different from the elite will not matter
The billionaires will rule belligerently
We have been served on their satanic platter
And we have handed him the crown oh so ignorantly
It is time to rise up and not fall
The people will be seen- heard
They will see what happens when you make the majority feel small
And we’ll sing the songs of those undeterred
Please hear these cries
For I truly fear for our lives
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On Living Life by Kayla Renee

Isn’t it riveting?
Just how quick the fickle fall
Perhaps I am married to darkness
But I am loyal- to Hell alone I call
A man who changes heart like coats
Is in no storm safe
Bleed who you are- let it drain you
It is wasteful to carelessly be fake
Please the broken beast within
Feast on your foes with fangs sharp
Challenge the devil that haunts you
After all- life’s no more than an art
Go on- eat the apple of sin
Chase pleasure relentlessly- not purpose
The body- time - is fleeting
Murder the gods that say to us “serve us”
Just a flicker in the hungry sky
A cockroach to the future
Seize it! Cherish the air that fills your lungs
And for gods sake - have a sense of humor
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A Father

Oh how I admire fathers
The way they create us just to drain us
They break and snap the soul to simply leave
We’re left to bleed and there is no corpse for one to grieve
Living ever since to please the man that robs
I give the greedy man my all as I’m pushed further into fog
Of direction I’ve never had a sense
Doubting any flicker of brilliance
I chase you- that is all I know
A father - how I wish that weren’t so
My scars are living and they twist and turn my flesh
I’ve learned one cannot hold their breath
I swiftly turned the other way
Where no man can bear to reach
My heart is not a drum to play
I have ripped off the rotting leech
Where I stand now- you’ll never reach
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Embrace the Dark by Kayla Renee

Broken beyond the boundary of bloodshed
My screams are a sacred surrender
The garden of green grows dead
My presence is nature’s offender
I spoil the spirit with the seed of sin
I am a door better kept closed
Nuclear- the consequences will be
If the raw- brutal wound of my being is exposed
Push too far and the beast will break free
You do not wish to know me
I captivate- enchant at the start
But am trouble - undiscovered and dangerous as the open sea
I long for a match that sees my soul black
And does not wish to save it
It is sacred - a feared part of me
I beg of you - embrace it
I admire my corrupted conscience
And I know the Devil well
Do not push me to disappear with pills
This monter is my spell
Soon - my story you will tell
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— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters (via lunamonchtuna)
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Embrace the Dark by Kayla Renee

Broken beyond the boundary of bloodshed
My screams are a sacred surrender
The garden of green grows dead
My presence is nature’s offender
I spoil the spirit with the seed of sin
I am a door better kept closed
Nuclear- the consequences will be
If the raw- brutal wound of my being is exposed
Push too far and the beast will break free
You do not wish to know me
I captivate- enchant at the start
But am trouble - undiscovered and dangerous as the open sea
I long for a match that sees my soul black
And does not wish to save it
It is sacred - a feared part of me
I beg of you - embrace it
I admire my corrupted conscience
And I know the Devil well
Do not push me to disappear with pills
This monter is my spell
Soon - my story you will tell
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Human by Kayla Renee

Would it be right to consider myself human?
With fangs ferociously ready to feed
And a conscience I find to be absent
What more, my lord, do you need
You have planted in me Hell’s seed
I converse passionately with the devil as comfort
“God” nowhere to be found
Seductively I sinfully dance for him
To his being I’m unbreakably bound
The darkness lingers where I rest
But I have known glory- love too
Of all concoctions I have tasted
Pleasure - pain - feel closest to true
I scream at the sun as it drains me
I dance with the wind and I lead
No force can ever contain me
Yes, I would say I am deeply human indeed
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