IdentityS

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Only They Know Only They Know At the edge of an abyss, they scream out in exasperation,with passion and righteous indignation.The emotions are impossible for me to understand,but I know they are clear in every shout, andwhile a fire may rage all around,the blaze inside them will burn institutions to the ground.A glass of water offered to them lies shattered on the earth,for they saw what that glass was really worth,as ocean lies behind those who gifted this with a scoff. No dove shall fly while Justice has her blindfold off! Their swords have been drawn, but they ve been asked to sheathe.In the stifling smoke, their crowd disappears,but that is not why they cannot breathe;they choke on rage, pain, humiliation, and tears. Pro-Life Pro-Life I mean they aren t really people though right?After all, they don t have the strength to fight,and really, we turn our backs night after night, They can t be human! They re not in my sight!I will just turn a blind eye to their plight.I don t really care how many they smite.Some might be doctors, there s a chance they might.Despite this, I don t really feel contrite. Collect their remains, and set them alight! You must see there are children! You sound trite!Go ahead and be their shining white knight!Utilize your weapons and start a gunfight,but I ll send them away with nothing but spite,when I could give them a future that s bright. One day I ll see I m wrong, but not tonight,Those refugees are nothing but a blight. It s never over It s Never Over Sirens, please stop your incessant wailing!I can still hear the obnoxious blaring,In quiet moments passively staringat an expansive and eternal blank slate.Blank in the sense that I cannot createA single thing from this scorched earth and dust.It is empty. I am alone. I trustonly this. My chest hurts with every breath. 5 minutes more before I greet my death. I say this, but I am too scared to facewhat comes next, to vanish without a I cannot think with the Sirens!I can still hear them! In my sleep,They bring me nothing but bad dreams.I dream a life I could not keep,and wake to a nightmare. It seemsI am the one who crawls and creeps,praying for a chance to redeemat least myself. No time to weep,despite how bad I want to Why won t the sirens stop?Curling into a ball,my back against a wall.I see a man. He s tall.I make a distant call! Wait! Wait! I scream and bawl,I watch him jump and Just please stop them..I am alone.I lie here prone.The fault? My own Need to Please stopCryingDying.Please.Help. All Eyes on You All Eyes on You You came early today, very eager,and you were so very close to me.You decided to wear a deep red dress,captivating all those who dare to look.It was worn special for this night alone,and you kept it on for the attention.After an hour, a strip tease beganby removing the tight red dress slowlyrevealing inch by inch that naked whitebody, and shy onlookers turned away.Others said they were bored by your display.I continued to stare, always bewitchedby your pure other-worldly body.You were blushing in your dress, just for me,and the moment you had your confidence,glowing with anticipation, I shivered. Wings of Happiness Certain joys are fleeting or so I m told,some take root in soil, others in gold.A woman s touch,a man s penetration,will only bring temporary jubilation.Yes, all of this is true, so I m told,but I ll take a moment to be so boldto object. Speaking from a warm towerto a sobbing girl drenched in the showerof frigid rain, outside and all alone,they tell her, for your sins you should atone ,and You will soon find a true paradise, leaving her to freeze, blood turning to ice.Shout loudly from their crowded banquet hallto the boy begging for scraps, watch him crawl,he entertains others, but starves himselfhe is the facade of Joy s happy elf. You ve managed fine with your current choices! The boy and girl look towards the voices,Responding now, to this open discourse,they laugh and laugh until their throats are hoarse. Bleeding in white shoes Bleeding in white shoes High heels? Tennis shoes? Hiking boots? Flip Flops?I ve been in your closet, slipped them all on,as requested. You re right, it made me stop.I walked a mile, I realized the con.In that distance I began to travel,I noticed you hadn t begun to move.Are my laces too hard to unravel?Not good enough? Do you not approve?I ve felt the path beneath my weary feet,yet you won t take a step on my concrete.It s sad, as the conclusion was foregone,I ve walked in yours, but you won t try mine on. Under the Sheets identitys:The constant barrage of liquid arrows, batter the shingles of our warm fortress, from the vast army of the clouds We shiver at the unlikely thought, them breaking through, but snuggling close. We grin in our mock fear. The rain shall stay and eyes close, knowing we are safe and warm inside and away from the storm.(via identitys)

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