The SpiderHis unrequited love turned into my obsession,The Spider
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from a few words I'll never forget.
It's because I have a problem with possession,
and I detest his silent regrets.
I fear that you and I are the same,
and it turns my stomach into the tide.
I shudder at every mention of your name,
a vast ocean of emotions that I hide.
You plague my nightmares and haunt my dreams,
I never know which of you to blame.
This sickness is spreading, its venom unrelenting,
and I've grown so tired of the game.
I often spy, and yes, I do pry,
just so I can learn to understand.
An incessant craving to question why;
Will he love you until the day he dies?
Maybe your impeccable youth was bewitching,
or maybe it was your angelic facade.
Maybe it was your seemingly pure and tortured soul
but I KNOW your plan, and it's ever-so-flawed.
The way you spin your webits clever stitching
attempting to lure him back in once more.
I see your appearance of perfection is dwindling fast.
You're not the girl of memori
The Sacrifice.Bleak blue room,The Sacrifice.in Poetry and Writing .
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and it fills with your tears.
All the myths you know are true,
a bitter taste to last for years.
Sacrifice your scars,
to fabricate the past.
Obliteration is a pill.
Drink it down, do it fast.
Wide awake when weakness fades,
let the nightmare disappear.
Check the time, for it is precious,
and realize why you are here.
In time of need and rest, don't hold your breath,
hold onto the only truth you have left.
Always seeing things as they aren't,
may leave you feeling ever so bereft.
Turn on all the lights,
to forget that dark exists.
Sleep dreamless, sleep still,
for your story has a shocking twist.
Double-crossed, in a time of war,
can sometimes lead to blase' amour...
and when you feel that something's wrong,
that's when you remember this song.
The rules, for you, I've listed them here.
Don't cut your ties, just erase your fears.
For there's more to the story, if you let it be.
Don't let your only heart, fill with debris.
The Demon.This fantasy transformed into a fortressThe Demon.in Poetry and Writing .
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the day the Demon came.
Swollen eyes and cold blood...
I wonder if I'll ever be the same?
sweeping truths under the rug.
Hiding in the shadows,
lies the Demon, buried and smug.
Moving along, with pain put to rest.
Still, there's a scar fermenting in my chest.
It grows, and it burns, and it plays games,
Leaving my hope, to rise up in flames.
Sometimes, though, I can win the wretched war.
Fight the Demon, and settle the score.
For there's much more to life, than just this 'one thing'.
Living on borrowed time, dangling by a string.
Just when I feel that I'm in the clear,
It returns, with a resounding thump in my ear.
I don't want to listen, for I already know,
The grim details of this horror show.
So, wrap me in silk and send me to the Sun,
For the metamorphosis has begun.
I'm running away to another World,
A new awakening, unfurled.