Dark

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Ghost in the Labyrinth

Ghost in the Labyrinth

I met her in a burning city
Set upon a mournful sky
Flames danced around her crown
And...

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Behold!

Behold!

The darkness creepeth close,
old ancient haunts, gaunt ghastly ghosts.
Lost...

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Anxiety

All I really feel like is that I'm worthless
But what have I really done to deserve this
I...

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Hatred and Murder

You hate Mexicans so you killed one because you're consumed by hate.
When I think about your...

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Rub You Out

When I say that I'm going to kill you, there is no doubt.
You've angered me once too often and I'm...

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Love

Hate

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I never really title things...

Im dead
I woke up in my bed with red eyes
Lucy's blessed me in my cries for help
Help...

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My Lolita

My Lolita

The worst of it is
when you're alone at 3 in the morning
and it's quiet.

You're by...

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Cerebral Cathedral

Cerebral Cathedral

Pick my brain,
I cannot sleep.
Muse, my bane,
O', hear me weep.

I’m insane,...

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Zombiefied

Zombiefied

Lazy light of dawn arises with sleeping shadows fading fast, as everything in life is not meant to last...

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Sirens Sing Sweetly: A...

Sirens Sing Sweetly: A Petrarchan Sonnet

Sirens sing sweetly down deep in the sea;
a seaman’s plagued plight for fathoms unknown.
...

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Hollow Victory

I got revenge but it was a hollow victory.
Instead of getting pleasure, it horrified me.
Last...

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Apocalyptic Lullaby

Apocalyptic Lullaby

A sea of humanity is walling me in
it sparks my insanity–they’re coming again.
I won’t make...

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Serpent Sacraifice

Serpent Sacraifice

With a glance
It all begins
No words needed
Our minds are linked
Come to me...

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Saddened and Alone


There is a great sadness that surrounds me, I am saddened and alone. Even though I am surround by...

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Bare Bones

Bare Bones

The old structure leans, slight pitch to the right—
once stout foundations returning to dust....

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Less

Less

I am no more
Not even a morsel of me
Nothing I've become
Nobody is who I am
...