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Human ClockworkHuman Clockwork
She walks, she stumbles, she falls.
She can't get up.
She can't stay down.
It's the ugly place in between.
Cascading sorrow, empty hope.
It's a dysfunctional heart.
She was a machine.
She followed a routine.
A gear breaks apart and flies.
The battery fizzles and dies.
Oh, it had a wretched distraction.
Oh, it should have stopped the interaction.
This machine has been destroyed.
All that's left is a void.
It's quite hollow and vacant.
Though the parts still move.
A vase is shattered.
The contents don't leak out.
It just stays there, suspended;
Forever, in dismal anticipation.
My Valentine DarkensMy Valentine Darkens
Flashy heart-shaped boxes lay scattered about,
Discarded cards sit upon mantle-tops and tables.
Valentine's day is over, along with its cheap gimmicks.
All that's left for Valentines is a dull pain.
It was that deep scratching sensation.
In the back of my head.
Every other moment it'd remind me.
It'd remind me of something I could never have.
On Valentine's Day, my resolve weakened.
On Valentine's Day, my mental strength ebbed.
All of it just came bleeding out.
My emotions take me and almost break me.
Invisible daggers cause invisible wounds.
You can't see the blood I bleed.
You can't see my growing anguish.
Why must you be so irresistible to me?
Countless times, I have tried to make this go away.
I keep on trying, but I know it won't leave.
Over-played pretences and fading hope of release.
I continue to suppress it all.
On Valentine's Day, I dug a grave.
I tossed my blackened heart towards it.
And you, you threw dirt over it.
It's so dark and cold here in
Illogical AgonyIllogical Agony
Waiting, waiting.., waiting;
I look up to find hell in heaven.
Clouds aflame, stars askew in a myriad of spectrums
A vortex of souls spinning on in endless monotony;
If I only knew the nature of this horror…
If I only knew the nature of this chaos…
Perhaps, I could leave this place.
Meaningless rivers run down my visage.
The tiniest spark of hope has vanished,
Even before being seen.
Wretched ExistenceWretched Existence
I sprawl here amidst my own decay.
My thoughts and body are in disarray.
Coughing; my weak lungs heave and strain.
I wish in vain to end this pain.
Each day I'm reminded of my mortality.
Sometimes, I hope for my own fatality.
Dreaming, I'm alive; awake, I'm dead.
Perhaps, all of this is just in my head.
My predicament is grim, as is my life.
This knowledge drives into my like a knife.
Death is always waiting at my door.
Shaking, I fall desolately onto the floor.
Frail, weak limbs; complexion so pale.
Inward screams as my body begins to fail.
Disembodied voices whisper their goodbyes.
Aborted existence; I was born to die.
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