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Can't help yourself..I never wanted this to happen to us.
It's slowly erasing our identities.
Could you find your heart buried in needles?
Lost in the woods, Rivers flow, minds blend
Can't help yourself...
Watched me crumble,
I wish I was a little stronger.
The Truth in MeThey could never see,
light, it blinds,
the dark, it hides.
They could never hear,
the pain, it hurts,
but they wont hear my screams,
They could never feel,
the real is gone,
the fantasy is real.
They feel... they see....
they hear... they breath...
but no one will ever know
the truth in me
Hardship and triumph,
all up for grabs.
Love and comfort,
taken from all.
Pain and sorrow is all I
feel. never before
has it ever
No one understands,
no longer are love
and comfort present.
Confusion and anger
hang in the air,
but they now hurt with
the sting of despair.
World Is A Nightmare.Once upon a time, night was a friendly place to be.
Darkness would cloak me, and help forget about the world as wrote.
And the silence that strung in the air was bearable.
The night used to be a place of safety, security.
Then it changed, turning bitter against.
Bringing out all my nightmares that 4a.m. knew.
The world no longer seems peaceful, felt like monster were linger in every shadow.
How do you sleep in a place you can only fear?
How do you release your secrets, when everyone has betrayed you?
How do I pick between dreams and reality right now?
They're both nightmares.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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