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Good Men are Bad Men who Still Have Hope

Good people and bad people.

One side or the other.

We are all just people, and all people have their troubles.

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Help

Help

For the Devil tempts me to insanity.

Help, for I wish to leave the curses of thought that my mind has wrought upon me. I am like a brick teetering on the edge between sanity and madness.

Help, for I wish to fall in.

I wish to fall into the unmistakable mess of lunacy and craziness that would be gifted to me by falling, to not have one clear thought, to be able to just mindlessly wander.

Help, for the Devil tempts me more.

Help.

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The Wrath of a Lover

Do not fear the wrath of Heaven

Or of Hell

Fear the wrath

Of a lover

Who’s lost their other half

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I know I don’t post very often anyways but I’m going to tell you that I will not be posting for the next few days because I’m having a Bluey marathon.

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You gently turn and slip the hood of the pitch black robe off of a face that is crumbling to dust.

“You don’t have to.”

There is dust where the corpse once stood. You now hold the Cloak of Midnight, Shadow of Darkness, the robe of Death, in your hands. But no time to sit in awe; you have a job to do.

You turn from the limp, still-warm body that used to be yours. The black-hooded figure beside you breaks into tears. “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep doing this.”, they say.

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Cursed Love

You tell me terrible things

Of cursed bone and breath

Unholy things of gory detail

And you say it was for Love

Love

Love

Is this what your love is like? Torture every moment, filled and brimming with fear? Is this love?

What cursed love it is then.

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Your Grave

Your Grave shall reek of the disdain that you have brought me.

You have no honor, and you have lost your dignity long ago.

You disgust me, and your grave shall reek of it.

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Apologies?

Why should I be sorry

For the things that I have done

The lives that I have taken

And the ones that I have ruined

Why should I be sorry

And make false apologies

For things I didn’t do

Sure, the blood dried on my hands

But you ignore the monsters

The true monsters

Who let it drip

I am not sorry now

And I never will be

It is dog eat dog world,

It is not my fault if I am the only one with fangs.

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My Mask

I wear my mask

To hide the fact

That I am not who I say to be.

I wear my mask

To hide the fact

That I am not who you want me to be.

I’ve changed my name

And that is all.

Why do you treat your child like swine just because they were never you daughter?

This is why I wear my mask.

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Cold Tea

Where is the love

That you promised me

I’m still waiting here

With a cold cup of tea

You said you’d love me

Yet I am still here

But without your love

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Once Mighty Angels

You use the tears of the once mighty angels

That you have befallen

To water the garden

Planted above their corpses

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Ok it’s almost midnight rn and outside my window is the neighborhood cat and I was petting him a lot and he found my window and I opened it for him (but he couldn’t get in because of the screen) and he’s been meowing outside for the past 3 hours I think he’s with the fae pls help

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A Letter to my Parents

Why do I need to hide? What have I done to warrant your wrath? It was one little lie, and all I have ever done is behave, all I have ever done is play along in your disgusting little theater and dance for your amusement. Besides this one little lie, I have never done you wrong, and I never asked for more than my share. Yet why do I still have to hide? You constantly scour every aspect of my life, leaving no stone unturned and no secret unheard. You control every aspect of my life. Maybe that’s why I lie. Do you think, that that’s why I lie? So that I have some sliver of privacy away from your eyes? You find every embarrassing secret you can about me than tell it to your friends to mock and shame me more. You insult me. You treat me like a servant. You forget that I am a living person. It’s a miracle I haven’t killed you yet.

I nearly have before.

I’ve thought of every escape from your cruelty possible. I’ve tried to kill myself, run away, but my favorite option was trying to kill you. I’ve tried to kill you, held a blade to your throat while you slept, the same knife you made me wash for hours on end before I could eat my meal, shined beyond perfection. I would love to have seen it plunged into your throat. But no, I could still use you, manipulate you, take advantage of you in that way you hate. The only reason you are not dead is because I am what you call “selfish”. Yes, I am a selfish person. A selfish person that rarely eats and cuts themself because of you. Yes I am cruel, and rude and disrespectful and arrogant and selfish, but that’s because you are too.

Where do you think I learned my so-called selfishness? The few friends that I have that you won’t let me message? The old man that showed me a kindness on my walk to the store? The people who died fighting for basic rights that you won’t let me learn about? No, I learned it from you. I learned more and more every time we spoke, each disgusted word a new lesson on how to manipulate. I learned how to lie. I am not “acting”, and I never have. I am lying. Almost every word I have ever uttered or murmured to you was a lie, hiding the scalding rage like a large lid over a boiling pot, just whispers of steam coming through the top.

I am disgusted by you. I hate you more than I hate myself, but that is a very low bar thanks to you. So good riddance, you stain upon the earth. You are not trash, but you are the whole dumpster. I hate you, for everything you’ve ever done, and would like to answer a question that you have mockingly asked me many times before, running out of insults and using this like the amazing parent you are. Yes, I do think you’re stupid, thanks for asking.

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Alone

Why am I all alone, as I dig my own grave? You said you would come when it was time, so why am I still alone? I climb into it, feeling the soft earth beneath my hands and the soil tumbling off my suit. You’re still not here. I close my eyes and wait for your soft breath against my cheek, for your soothing words and gentle steps of your footsteps across the dying leaves. You are still not here. I wore my best suit, wore mascara and eyeliner and all these foolish things, hoping to impress you, but you won’t even come. I thought you said you would always be there, that you would never let me be alone. Well guess what? Here I am. Alone.

Alone.

Why is it always me who is alone? I sit by myself as the breeze rustles leaves up above on the ground, tricking me into thinking it’s you. But it’s not. No one comes, besides a cat, black as the ocean at night to keep me company. We exchanged no words, and all he did was sit there, waiting for something or someone; but soon he left, and there I was again. Alone.

Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. I’ve waited well into the night for you, and to the East the sun is peaking from covers of darkness and glittering stars. I’ve waited for you too long, and now the cat has returned. We sit in silence again. I am no longer waiting for you, but am now wait for Death. Alone. I wish the cat would just leave me be. To be Alone. But then the silence becomes to loud. I must break it.

“What are you doing here? I wish you’d let me be alone.”

“That is not what you wish.”

“Who are you to say?”

“I am the one you have been waiting for. Why are you waiting for me? No one ever has, so why would you be the first?”

“I was not always waiting for you, but the one I was never arrived.”

“Maybe you have not waited long enough.”

“Maybe I’ve wait to long. But what are you waiting for? You have come but you will not take me. Why is this so?”

“I do not come for those who wait and anticipate, for they are too willing and ready. And I do not like to take the young. They are out meant to be taken.”

“I do not care. Take me or take your leave.”

He chose the latter and left. So there I was again. Alone. Not even Death would take me. So this was what I was meant to be. Alone. So here I shall stay. Alone.