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Diagnosis
I'm lacking information
A raging sea of doubt
In which I am sinking
Beneath the murky waves
Down in the black abyss
Pacing across my room
Scouring for the answers
To the mental troubles
Eating away at my mind
Cell by confused cell
Small fragments of data
Are all I'm clinging to
But the grains of sanity
Fall through my fingers
Life has begun to run dry
What are you doing to me
Everytime I'm near you
My mind ceases to work
All my words fly away
I can't bring them back
Stuttering and stumbling
Draped in your warm aura
Your intoxicating soul
Within a perfect vessel
An unbeatable combination
It's a double-sided blade
One one hand the pleasure
Of your beautiful persona
Duelling with the pain
Of the permanent rejection
What do you call the sword
That stabs through the soul
Carving a burning inscision
But leaves a gentle wound
And an everlasting scar
I'm lacking information
A raging sea of doubt
In which I am sinking
Beneath the murky waves
Down in the black abyss
Pacing across my room
Scouring for the answers
To the mental troubles
Eating away at my mind
Cell by confused cell
Small fragments of data
Are all I'm clinging to
But the grains of sanity
Fall through my fingers
Life has begun to run dry
What are you doing to me
Everytime I'm near you
My mind ceases to work
All my words fly away
I can't bring them back
Stuttering and stumbling
Draped in your warm aura
Your intoxicating soul
Within a perfect vessel
An unbeatable combination
It's a double-sided blade
One one hand the pleasure
Of your beautiful persona
Duelling with the pain
Of the permanent rejection
What do you call the sword
That stabs through the soul
Carving a burning inscision
But leaves a gentle wound
And an everlasting scar
Literature
Conventional Tragedies
Her mother was a sphinx, she was her favorite riddle,
her father played lullabies on Lucifer's fiddle.
Her facade was a doll, with a torn out pull string,
she lost it in a battle with an innerspring.
Her hopes were static ivy that crackled so high,
white noise never failed in making her cry.
Her belly was a bird cage that was empty inside,
she buried the song in her mind when it died.
Her skin was a roadmap of savage tattoos,
and bruised evil eyes inked in with voodoo.
Her hair was a tangle of fate 'round her head,
so she cut it off madly, and colored it red.
Her heart was a temple, without any worship,
'till spiders replaced lov
Literature
A Fool
I never thought I would be here, in this position.
I never thought that I would let this happen to me.
I thought I was better than that.
I believed you.
You seemed so perfect.
Everything about you was exhilarating.
Flawless.
I believed you.
I would not listen to the warnings.
They did not know you like I did.
They were erroneous.
I believed you.
You have taken all I have.
Everything valuable to me is gone.
I just cannot the fact that…
I believed you.
Literature
Mistakes
Why am I constantly hiding?
Surrounded by screams that pierce the soul,
Leaving me in tears...
Why do these innocent mistakes come back and haunt me?
Something so minor,
Having such a consequence...
Why am I always the victim?
Do I stick out in some horrific way,
That I need to be abused...
Why do I feel sympathy for those who continually hurt me?
Always shooting me down,
But I defend them...
Why has no one freed me from this prison?
Is this what I deserve,
To feel this way...
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Another documenting the continuing voyage into the emotional unknown - a realm from which no-one has escaped intact. While I sail around the fringes trawling for the answers beneath the darkened tides very little is making sense.
Is this some form of affection of which I have no prior encounters with, or is this just a misguided misplaced desire. Whatever this mental misfire is it shall of course go unfulfilled through the pains of incompatibly.
While there is no diagnosis for it, but applying logic and reasoning cannot define the arbitrary and unreasonable condition. Guess I shall just rant and eat cake at least I know of those options and can implement them
Is this some form of affection of which I have no prior encounters with, or is this just a misguided misplaced desire. Whatever this mental misfire is it shall of course go unfulfilled through the pains of incompatibly.
While there is no diagnosis for it, but applying logic and reasoning cannot define the arbitrary and unreasonable condition. Guess I shall just rant and eat cake at least I know of those options and can implement them
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