Submissions by TilDeathDoUsPart (Waiting2Die)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Today
Today
Today was the worst day of my life.
The feeling unparagoned, deeper than the core of Earth itself.
Anger churned, heated by the fiery pits of hell,
Today branded itself in history - as the worst. day. ever.
Today was the worst day of my life.
This worldly sphere displayed a perfidy which I did not formerly believe to exist.
Handicapped by love, belittled by trust, I am hunted down by my very own demons, captured, tortured, stranded, and then.....left to die.
Yes, this day is indeed - the worst. day. ever.
What is Today?
Every. Single....
Today was the worst day of my life.
The feeling unparagoned, deeper than the core of Earth itself.
Anger churned, heated by the fiery pits of hell,
Today branded itself in history - as the worst. day. ever.
Today was the worst day of my life.
This worldly sphere displayed a perfidy which I did not formerly believe to exist.
Handicapped by love, belittled by trust, I am hunted down by my very own demons, captured, tortured, stranded, and then.....left to die.
Yes, this day is indeed - the worst. day. ever.
What is Today?
Every. Single....
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Alpha&Omega
Life begins...or is it death?
A child, pure, innocent, destined on a path of pain and suffering...
It's inevitable, unconditional, but not love - rather hate.
Happiness breeds...
only to be ripped away by the silent winds of crying...he's trying, but finds himself spiraling downwards,
deeper and deeper into the bowels of hell which we all call life.
The agony too much, the child has grown, to realize,
it's all been lies, from friend to foe, person to person...he asks himself...
"why am I alive? WHY AM I ALIVE? ...
A child, pure, innocent, destined on a path of pain and suffering...
It's inevitable, unconditional, but not love - rather hate.
Happiness breeds...
only to be ripped away by the silent winds of crying...he's trying, but finds himself spiraling downwards,
deeper and deeper into the bowels of hell which we all call life.
The agony too much, the child has grown, to realize,
it's all been lies, from friend to foe, person to person...he asks himself...
"why am I alive? WHY AM I ALIVE? ...
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