|I need to do something awesome soon.|
untitledwords left unsaiduntitled by WolfByte0
and feelings over-spoken;
a pit of guilt
and a head left so broken
do you really think
it's the start of a world?
or is it the end
of emotions twice curled?
worn out, broken down,
shattered into pieces;
is this what should happen--
impulses and releases?
are we all really
doomed to fall
or is this supposed to differ
from the rest of them all?
dig inside the numb child,
search for his beating heart;
figure out what it's trying to say--
if it's bad, just rip it apart
paul died at seven this morningblanket eyes, blanket eyespaul died at seven this morning by WolfByte0
and a hand to hold tight
never knew he'd grow to be this old
choppy blonde hair
and a past full of secret
we keep him under covers
cozy smiles and happy hugs
i'm pretty glad you're alive
voices are louder
when they aren't fully heard
and you're stretching your ears
a death in the room
a fog contained in silence
in a cold chair
on the tenth floor
in the wing of the brain
they tell you
the grown up
that he's never coming back
but you've never felt
more like a child
blanket eyes, blanket eyes,
wrap around me once more
and remind me how cozy
i once was
and remind me how safe
the world was
you've never seen a grown man
cry so hard
over losing his blanket
hospitalshe sleeps in bedshospitals by WolfByte0
not even his own
bracelets are accessories too
and blue-brown eyes
left with less than an apology
and more than a tear
if you had an answer
would you listen?
angerbecause i'm too far a coward for anything elseanger by WolfByte0
ten pills in one hand, a fist in the right;
twenty reasons to forever sleep in your bed at night
it won't stop coming, it won't quit getting near--
it enjoys you squirming, it enjoys your fear
it enjoys the morbid taste of reality in your mouth:
much like blood but poisonous, akin to your own house
five seconds, two words, defined by no other;
it wouldn't kill you, honestly, if you could call me a brother
entitled to self, entitled to thought,
i've got all the things you don't got
much like a dog, i'll herd you in,
but you escape again and again
counting sheep before i sleep--
my bruised name, my brain does weep
bathe in self-pity and torture your mind;
not sure where you're going, but don't fall behind
don't let yourself stop running with the crowd
even if they keep letting you down
trust me, you'll be better off
(i didn't know anger could be this soft)
Just gonna leave this here. |
Gender: Genderqueer/neutral. Male pronouns, please.
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Bio: Well, I had things here but now I don't care. :')
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