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Mercy has not
found my heart,
inhabited by
perpetual sorrow;
bleak, hollow,
yet profound.
Bludgeoning
are the words
that are cast
like stones,
tearing at
my exterior.
I bleed profusely
while my soul
evades another
bout of insanity.
-Brian Shuffett
August 14th, 2010
found my heart,
inhabited by
perpetual sorrow;
bleak, hollow,
yet profound.
Bludgeoning
are the words
that are cast
like stones,
tearing at
my exterior.
I bleed profusely
while my soul
evades another
bout of insanity.
-Brian Shuffett
August 14th, 2010
Literature
Feelings of Doom
I'm feeling worthless again
It may be my reflection,
Or maybe the fact that I am
I just don't know
Life has been hard
Too hard
It's too much
Too much to force on one person
One who hasn't even lived
There hasn't been enough time
But how much time is left?
One never knows
Not until it's too late...
Literature
Regret
Someday we will turn around
and see
the lives we left behind.
Literature
Cornering me
It's stewing my brain,
breaking my heart,
crushing my bones,
eating my flesh,
burning my veins,
piercing my soul
and skinning me just like a cat.
It's all those golden eyes' fault.
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I hate to quote U2, but "I still haven't found what I'm looking for." It feels as if this "need" is tearing at my heart and soul.
My lifeless fingers trace the surface.
For these lines exist in lithic memory.
In colonnades where light, weight, and form.
Shatter like a thousand breaking bones.
-Necare; Desire (The Dawn & the Chrysalis)
My lifeless fingers trace the surface.
For these lines exist in lithic memory.
In colonnades where light, weight, and form.
Shatter like a thousand breaking bones.
-Necare; Desire (The Dawn & the Chrysalis)
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