I hate houses that look like faces Windows like eyes to an empty soul Door like a mouth not inviting But standing there waiting to swallow you hole
Debt Collector
Tell them that I owe them nothing This debt is theirs alone Having already devoured my youthIn an endless consumption I was left with a cage of flesh and bone All I have is mine alone nowBecoming who I am not because ofBut instead – in spite of youMy new self-worth eyed at greedily Like…
Hell
If I saw fire I wouldn’t of come running If I saw smoke I would of stayed And now- The hole world is baron And now- Its all burned away If I knew knowing Would leave me with nothing I would have chosen not to be alone cjbeamish
After
Here there’s hope Because there’s nothing else And I don’t know to smile Or cut my heart out These words are dull And these eyes are empty And when you have nothing Anything can be a field of plenty
Sweet thing
if I was the good child if I was the sweet thing what help would that warrant what hope would that bring if it was for true love would I even know would I understand could it ever show cj beamish
what i need today
the night – is calls with out question alas -it seems so absurd the thoughts -wonder past recognition until, -these visions that conspire can longer described by mere words I’m lost in a place with out pleasure I’m lost in a place with out pain I’m lost In the place past desire in the back of my brain…
Hands to myself
They always told us what to fear They alway reminded us who was in charge They alway showed us the men in the dark People who miss use power Something sharp The wrath of god An angry mob They always told me what to fear But they never told me to fear myself They told…
Growing cold
We fall in love with it The pain inside our head Obsessing until it becomes part of us Like a sacrifice to god we love because we fear him , Creating the mass epidemic Of depression and false longing that seems to consume us all We no longer live in the moment We capture it…
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