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The Dragon SleepsYou stare at me through closed doors
creeping passage ways
The dragon stands guard
as the weary souls try to escape from the pain.
I look out the barred window
yearning for the taste of freedom
that no one can bestow upon me.
except for me.
The elixir that formulates in my mind
down the echoed halls
the sleeping dragon unaware.
I drink until there is none left.
Then I die.
I am free.
My soul whispering in the ears of the scared
It will get better soon
but this was the only way for me.
I Feel DoneI sit in my home by myself watching the days go by me.
As I sit here and watch the people running past me
I wish that I could be carefree like them.
But I have a past.
A past that has made me who I am today.
I have been cut by my own hands.
Hit by my own fists.
And dragged to near deaths by my legs.
I have done this to myself,
But I was not the only one who contributed in this pain.
My life has been like a downward spiral.
Being kicked around by my peers.
Laughed at by strangers.
Chased down to near breaking points by my so called friends.
I feel so alone...
I've lost so many and gained so little.
I've been hurt.
I've been beaten down to a point where there only seems to be one way out.
Doctors know nothing and they can't seem to help.
Talking doesn't do much but let the pain out.
As it sits there and watches you cry.
Cry about the things you've wished never happened.
About the pain that you never asked for.
About the disabilities you can never grow out of.
About the people that hurt y
As I dig my claws into your skin.
You feel the rush.
As I bite into your neck
The blood rushes down.
Bruised and punctured.
The pleasure found in the eyes
In the touch
In your tender reaction.
The rush of it all
Happening so fast.
Down and out.
You passed out.
You are laying on the floor.
Clothing sprawled all over the room
As he stands over your limp body.
Till next time.
I want to be happyAfter all the progress
I am heading back down the spiral
Fallen deep into the abyss
I feel hopeless.
I haven't felt like this for years
I just want to lay back to the music
let it take me away
drift into my ocean of tears I have created.
They say the pills wont help
That I am stuck like this
stuck in this train of thought.
I want to drift away.
I want to be happy.
Looks like that is never going to happen.
I want to be lifted from the shackles that bound me to the Earths core.
I want to rise from the scarlet's sins.
I am going to soar through the endless space
Time standing still.
The world is collapsing beneath us and we do nothing to stop it.
We watch as the ones left behind suffer
still chained to the Earth
Stuck in a cavern collapsed on itself.
I will free you
I will take a chainsaw to your shackles.
I will unbind the curse that is swallowed upon you.
Leaving the sweet sound of freedom in the air.
The silence of the children with their eyes closed in prayer.
Thanking the tender soul that lifted them up.
They will whisper.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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