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Blinded
By all the lies
Lost
In a nightmare
Desperately looking
For a light
For a way out
By all the lies
Lost
In a nightmare
Desperately looking
For a light
For a way out
Literature
Stay Alive
Please.
Talk to me.
Tell me what shattered your heart inside.
Your heart is beating, yet, you're not alive.
You're hearing, yet, you're not listening.
You've become a black shadow.
Lifeless.
I can see the demons in your eyes.
Your eyes have glazed over.
Your life is coming to an end.
But yet, you're still healthy, still alive.
You smile to hide your pain.
But you're slowly dying inside.
You keep saying 'I'm fine', when I know you're not.
You tell me 'it's just a phase. Don't worry'
But I've never worried so much before.
You're like a leaf
Your beauty slowly withering away, unbeknownst to everyone around you.
Soon, you're going to fall from th
Literature
Dear Death
I sink my knees
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
ham-handedly chopped
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
Literature
And There Was Light
i.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
ii.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
air out.
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before&mdas
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