Submissions by Time_Is_Ending (morgan_sykes)
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Just like that you're fucking dead and gone .
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long .
We built and empire , and you took the throne .
But you built it from beyonets and sat their alone .
I hope your queen was worth it .
Do you still serve her of your knees ?
Because you say when the world was at your feet ,
Just slept while we were living the dream .
You won't miss the water , until the river runs dry .
You won't miss the sunset , until it burns out the sky .
You won't miss what you have , until it's finally lost .
But you don't miss a...
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long .
We built and empire , and you took the throne .
But you built it from beyonets and sat their alone .
I hope your queen was worth it .
Do you still serve her of your knees ?
Because you say when the world was at your feet ,
Just slept while we were living the dream .
You won't miss the water , until the river runs dry .
You won't miss the sunset , until it burns out the sky .
You won't miss what you have , until it's finally lost .
But you don't miss a...
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Well,,,
red. scattered amongst my bed sheets. my bdy. perfectly alingd in the middle. noone understood. the purple rose petals. she between the dirt and air. its raining now. i did this to myself. "im only hurting you because i love you" he tells me. i dispiese him with all my heart. yet i continue to love him.dont ask me why. im dead now. no pulse. nolife color. my body is white. my dress is black. the only color you get is the dried blood stains on my neck. i see you. with the smirk on your face. you didnt love me at all. your sick. the rain drips down my cheek. alomost like the...
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Just...
I was raised in the valley, there was shadows and death.
Got out alive but with scars I can’t forget.
This kid back in school, subdued and shy.
An orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes.
I don’t know what it was that made a piece of him die,
Took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe.
Stamped on his face, an impression in the dirt.
Do you think the silence makes a good man convert?
We all have our horrors and our demons to fight.
But how can I win, when I’m paralyzed?
Got out alive but with scars I can’t forget.
This kid back in school, subdued and shy.
An orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes.
I don’t know what it was that made a piece of him die,
Took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe.
Stamped on his face, an impression in the dirt.
Do you think the silence makes a good man convert?
We all have our horrors and our demons to fight.
But how can I win, when I’m paralyzed?
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