Where do we go from here?
Plumb - Cut
Breath In, Breath OutI fill my lungs with wasted breathBreath In, Breath Out by Invoking
Inhale my words till there's no more left
All I do is hurt; hell, I almost killed you
I would say I'm sorry but words just aren't enough
I'm one exhale away from destroying what I love
These lungs are burning for relief; hell, now they're killing me
I know there's no force on earth that could ever change me
I could pretend and I could lie, but then who would I be?
I'd sooner suffocate than put her back in danger
I held onto the words that could have saved her
I regret most the words I didn't say
I'm losing consciousness... I'm one exhale away...
N U M BNothing hurts the way it shouldN U M B by Invoking
Until I realize all the reasons
My heart is whole
But I'm in pieces
Fiction.Oh look! This books cover is torn and worn and tatteredFiction. by Invoking
I guess that means the words written inside don't even matter
Because the cover is the first and only thing that I saw
I know everything about it, I don't need to read it all
So you decide the book is bad before you ever crack the cover
You think, “Judging books is pretty easy, judging people can't be tougher”
Judging others by their scars is your life threatening addiction
It's my life, it's my story, not your favorite work of fiction...
There's a whole person here that you sum up with a glance
Instead of giving me this hell, why can't you just give me a chance?
Dachau - 1944Charcoal clouds crawl across the skies,Dachau - 1944 by PaintingSaint
A cowl over villagers' heads.
The wind whispers through the lies
With things never to be said.
A girl with Aryan blue eyes
Watches the weather keenly
And her sudden gleeful cry
Deafens a woman's ears -
"Mama, it is snowing!"
And the snow shifted,
Lifted over them in relentless swirl
Ushering in an endless grey -
Singeing the young child's curls.
But the woman dared not look at the brittle landscape
Or hear the hot wind's hollow bones;
And she pretended that the escaping
Was her child's own.
The Dark Beyond the DoorI was deep, one night, in study. Over texts and tomes of yore.The Dark Beyond the Door by KeironTonge
Compiling ancient knowledge from an endless sea of lore.
When I heard, from shadow, moaning;
An incessant shallow droning,
Like the sound of demons groaning,
From the dark beyond the door.
Thinking it imagination I returned thus to my book.
My hands were cold and trembled as the door behind me shook.
I pray that all these thoughts are wrong,
Because they simply don't belong,
They'd be more fitting in a song
And not behind my study door. Though I dare not turn to look.
In the dark beyond the door a growing evil seems to dance
From out of stories come to maim me. The very thought seems to entrance.
With an ever singing madness,
Overpowered by the sadness
And the lurking monsters gladness
I begin to ponder at the chance.
Did my studies rouse an evil that my mind cannot explain?
Some unholy writhing terror the world was not meant to contain?
Ever louder at the door,
My accursed books lay on the floor
And I cannot take it any mo
The Sun Shall Never ComeWelcome to the night brother,The Sun Shall Never Come by undeadfreak16
Do you remember?
When we were young,
Always living under the gun,
Always trying to run,
From everything and every one,
Remember what it was like?
When we would hide,
Try to breathe,
Constantly under the knife,
I still remember those screams,
Your cries and what they mean,
This is my life,
This is my hope and my soul,
My diamond and Fire,
Burning out of control,
I can run into the night,
Just to try and fight,
But it won't matter,
Just like all the days we tried to find the sun,
It always ends the same,
Nothing ever changes,
My breath has always been in vein,