The Deep
Oh how it has come to be With blood dried on every one of my knuckles from failed attempts at climbing these walls ungripable so many times failed that upon one last effort the bricks laid worn to nothing would surely come crumbling down & crush me •••••••••••• In lonely company my only friend the moon doesn't even show through on nights with dark clouds echo's of my heart pounds against the wall as loud as my fist once did •••••••••••• I've been silenced through threats of violence & negligence placed in the deep of a well for no one else to remember •••••••••••• I am only accumulating positive Karma by allowing them to believe that they are winners •••••••••••• Why fight against the beast when it will be only the death of itself let them quiet me in judgement for I know that of which they couldn't ever tell we're all still sinners & I'll make it out of this depth meant for me as a cell in order to better they're chances at taking my messages & putting on for you a good show little do they know that I hold no credit for a single word spoke for when I tell you that the devine chose me they see it as a joke when in the deep such as I what purpose would I of humor when on my knees & broke I tell you heed the warning this is I the one you knew who would come ••••••••••• ANOMALEE
2018-05-08 02:35:20
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Присвячую тобі вірші українською, Бо не знаю, якою мовою висловлювати свої почуття. Хоча, для тебе, мабуть, краще російською, Але я вірю: зрозумієш і так. Бо коли ми зустрінемось, важливим буде лиш погляд: Серце не потребуватиме слів, Йому буде байдуже звідки ми родом, Навіть, якщо з ворожих країн.
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