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Save Me from this HellEmbers dying,
Memories losing feeling.
Sickness taking over,
Evil closing in.
All of this will take its course,
All of us shall perish.
People say it will go away,
But I cannot believe it as the truth.
Life is dulling,
Feelings are becoming void.
As I lie here,
I wait for you to save me from this hell.
Why is Difference so Bad?Difference.
It is what tells one apart from another.
It is what creates new bonds and destroys others.
But most of all,
It is what people do not understand and some fear.
What the world fails to see most of all is:
Everyone is different.
I ask you this:
Why do you hate me for being who I am?
Sure, I wear black;
I listen to rock and metal;
I love violence and scary things;
I love videogames and anime;
I am dark,
I am twisted,
And I'm weird,
But I'm still human.
Why is it you hate me?
Are you so afraid of difference that you're afraid of me for being myself?
Being different isn't a disease.
You won't catch it.
Grow up and get over yourself.
Not everyone is just like you.
Wanna Know a Secret?Candies, rainbows, and gumdrops galore!
You wanna know something that I've got in store?
It starts with a twist,
And ends up like this!
To where I am today.
It's filled with wonder and light,
But also horror and fright.
To where wondering thoughts go astray.
There are horrors at first glance,
But as I'm set in my battle stance,
I have got to know this:
Are you willing to take a risk?
To know how I ended up like this?
Do you wanna know the whole story?
If you do,
I have got to make an inquiry:
Do you wanna know a secret?
Mind of a KillerBeauty.
That is what I see as I gaze upon my creation.
My masterpiece I have created out of shear hatred.
For this man did not deserve to live.
He committed hate.
And I have no tolerance for hate.
Every time I see it,
I must destroy it.
And out of that hate,
I create art.
I just could not allow this abomination to live,
For he is one of the many people who makes this world so horrible.
Never the less,
This is but a start.
Who have committed hate shall perish.
By my hand and my hand alone.
I will destroy them all.
But that destiny is still far away.
I will admire my masterpiece,
This of which was made out of the man's hate riddled blood.
His blood used to express how horrible hate really is.
As I gaze upon my art,
All I can think of is this:
Art never looked more beautifully so disfigured.
One of the things that you think would happen so someone else.
But to someone else,
You ARE someone else.
Betrayal does happen.
Oh, does it sting like a bitch.
For both parties.
For I was the one who betrayed you.
I was the one who destroyed your trust in me.
I was the one who
Made your life a living hell.
Damn it, I was a fool for what I did.
But this time,
"Sorry" won't mend your broken heart.
I will wait for these wounds of yours to heal,
And wait for the day for when I may ask of you to forgive.
I promise I will never do anything like what I did again.
But you would not believe me at all.
Even after all of this,
I still have to know:
Will you ever forgive me?
I want you back in my life.
What I Fear the MostFear.
What is it really?
Is fear even real?
Or is it just a trick of our minds?
Our minds telling us we should be afraid of something with no reason?
Even if fear is only a trick of the mind,
The feelings it stirs are damned real.
So you ask,
What is it I fear the most?
The answer I will give you is simple:
Fear itself, for there is nothing else to fear.
But that is not true.
For I fear many things.
I just don't want to let you in.
What is it I fear the most?
That is what I fear.
Don't ever leave me.
Love Be BittersweetYou left me all alone,
Cold and broken.
Was that your plan?
To just toss me like yesterday's trash?
Okay I know that wasn't your plan,
Yet, even still,
That's what it felt like.
As I sit here,
I cannot help but think,
Love grows stronger the longer we are apart.
These words reign true,
For I have never felt this strongly about anyone.
Forgive me for the wrong I have done.
Forgive me for the problems I have caused you.
For I can contain these feelings no longer.
You were everything to me,
And I just took it for granted.
I was an idiot.
I know I was.
For what we had,
Take me back?
I can't hope to even begin to explain my feelings I have for you,
But for you, I can try.
I love you.
I always have.
First and Last ImpressionsClingy.
That was my first impression of you.
Was I right?
Was I wrong?
I had not the slightest inclination,
For I had just met you.
Yet, as time passed,
I still had no way of knowing.
You seemed to like what the majority of others liked,
And that was fine.
At least for a time.
It was not until you started to like that of the Underground.
This I knew was not of your own taste.
My sanction, now stolen.
Other's sanction, now taken.
Our Undergrounds were NOT for the taking,
No Matter what you may have thought.
They were our sanctions, our security,
And you stole that away from us.
You had no right,
They were ours and ours alone.
Every obsession, every liking, everything we ever loved,
Completely, and undeniably,
Everything that was once ours,
You claimed it to be your own.
You claimed you, in and of yourself, to be someone you are most obviously are not.
So, first impressions,
Was I right?
I was wrong.
I was horribly wrong.
What Hate Hath WroughtCold, worthless and broken.
This is what they felt.
What animals hath wrought such terrors, you may ask?
The animals who called themselves Nazis.
They who though themselves superior;
They you thought they were god.
When in reality,
They were nothing short of Satan.
They treated the prisoners are though they were trash;
Made them think they were nothing but trash.
Cold night after cold night those prisoners endured.
Only to have to wake up to hatred, disgust, and fear.
Who wouldn't go animalistic?
Yet, even still some held on to sanity,
If only barely.
Some never lost Faith,
If only by shear will.
They are heroes.
For they survived through tremendous terror;
And that is nothing short of amazing.
Yet, I cannot help but feel disconnection.
For I have not lived through their pain,
Nor have I lived through their terror and fear.
I will never feel as though they felt,
And for that, I am forever grateful.
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