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Her face a friendly thought in this sea of empty lonliness we've been no more I am surrounded by seemingly hostile untrustworthy people, who surround me my heart bites out at perceived attacks, their doubtful masquerades, I hole up my claws are out I am ready. Please, Give... me. sweet. Relief.

Blood Rain As it falls to the ground, It tears down Her cheek Does not make a sound. The clouds are clear But I am to blame, Her gifted scars that lay on my back Bring me to shame. The earth absorbs it desperately Consuming the taste of life, Memories of Her lips The metaphorical knife. It is easy to neglect Simply look away, Ignorance, Her bliss I can only await the day.

This is what I brought you this you can keep, This is what I brought you may forget me. I promise to depart just promise one thing, Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. All the same I remain The one you blame and I'm Demonized, Purified, Justified, As you let yourself show! What's the hook, the twist Within this verbose mystery? I would gladly bet my life upon it. That the ghost you love, your ray of light Will fizzle out without hope. Listen I can't make, Make a sound or feel, Feel fine I kissed the lies, Why must they be so kissable? I crawl across this cracked expansion, I'll be buried soon. Beneath the sand with pure intentions. Wanting

I don't know what went on, Inside your whimsical head, but I know that I now, can't get out of bed. The strength of the world is not on my shoulders, it lays at my feet, As I struggle to reach down and pick up a piece, These chains of fear keep me to a wall of shame that was built without my knowing. Honesty is no Sainte that can be revered, It is a two headed beast whom you should never fully trust, You gaze into its eyes and let it loose, and it gets twisted and construed as it turns into an idea or thought that can stab you in the back. I only wanted to talk, I followed your rules, Listened to your commands, and gave up my back. I was

I am born. I am with mother. I am warm. This world is loud, There are so many scents, Mother's warmth will keep me safe. I have two brothers, they are fun. I compete with them, I fight with them. I am the stronger of the two, and I am always the first to eat. Mother is a good hunter, and soon I shall join her. Mother is gone, she has abondoned us. No matter, I will move on, I am plenty strong to fend for myself. But I must search for new land, this one has too little to compete for. I have not eaten for days, I am starving, but I must move on. I smell a river a few miles ahead, and I see game. There is an old one here, but I can handle him

You've grown weak. my Senses Fail, to notice, that you, departed from this World.

My eyes, they are tired, They see when they are open, they see when they are closed. They see into the future and can remember the past, My fears and joys I can all see in the corners of my mind. The tears I hold back can only come when I see no reason to. I see things that are there, that make sense, I see things that aren't, that shouldn't, Every image is burned into my memory, increasing my knowledge, my database I am the witness, to everything, to everyone, to my own deeds. Beauty is a word first associated with sight for most, Ugliness is only understood by the eyes for most, What most people see is what most people get, What is the mo