Mar 26
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Silence

Silence: a moment filled of anguish and regret,
The memories crowding your thoughts,
The burdensome pain you can never forget,
Your stomach is turning and filled with knots.

Silence: a moment where the world begins to fade,
Looking around you know it will never be the same,
A teardrop rolls down your cheek as you wished you had stayed,
A piece of your life you can only put to shame,
The images swirling as your mind begins to degrade, 
There is no one left but you to hold the blame.

Silence: a moment where you can see their face,
Remember the times where you thought it would all be okay,
Remember the cold air as you sat on the staircase,
Remember the lies you came to obey,
The lies you forced yourself to embrace,
The lies of time as he slowly slipped away.

Silence: a moment where nothing feels the same,
A dread-filled moment where nothing stops the pain,

Dec 18
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The Watchers

They watched me squirm, a test subject to their mind
Syringe out, crying, nothing left to find
There is nothing to say, no words, no screams
The tight darkness choking, the path we walk a narrow beam.
Confined by glass, pain arising yet we can see all
Sitting back, screaming inside during our withdrawal
The dark clouds passed and came
The speaking beast no one could tame
All was there, yet no one knew my name
Nor would anyone dare to have words as an aim
The men were coming from the skies
Pests like us as small as flies
We are all here to watch our demise
For they are The Watchers we watch rise

Beaten tears brushed aside
Burnt by hate and needles pressed inside
They watch us struggle for speech
Their endless pain now they leech
They are The Watchers from up above
Come down and words were pulled from our love
An endless cage of a wordless void
Oct 23
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The life we live

    The early morning sun rose from the horizon, passing over the crashing waves as they settled onto the cold morning sand. Few birds filled the skies and the clouds spread like a painting. The gentle breeze picked up across the sand, dust flying up onto the beach coating the high grass upshore. My hand slid across the sand, stretching far to wake my body. A chill crawled down my spine as a gust of cool morning air touched my bare back, slightly coated with packed sand. The glare of the sun’s rays peeked through the waves, igniting the world around me as a smile spread across my face, the familiar smell of salt touching my nose. The lines of sun coated the ground in long strips, traveling on past the dunes to the west, farther than the human eye could see.