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the beast of love
It feels like someone trapped you in a lonely dark room with nothing to hear but the sound of your heart and breath that even you wish would stop. There is nothing to grasp onto and nothing to eat, but you’re not hungry because you have already eaten your self up inside and out. It’s like your stomach is going to burst and what ever is inside will smother you in the darkness until you suffocate, and the thing is that you want it to…
But when they say "yes" its as if they have opened the door and light flows in so fast that you get knocked down only to get a helping hand from the one that you loved, hated, feared, and adored for so long. It rips you apart while gently holds you together. You feel vulnerable, yet invincible. The feeling doesn’t last long though…
When it ends its like they punched you in the gut, angering the beast within, sending you back in the room only to close the door that once they opened. The thing inside you eats away at your hope, any shred of compassion until you're a life less cocoon of what you once were; sitting there, waiting for time to take its toll on you…
And it does. You get up the courage and break out of your cocoon, out of the room and into the world, spreading your wings to let the world know that you have slain the beast that has tormented you, the beast that enslaved you, the beast that made you want to end it all with one fowl swoop, the beast of love...
But when they say "yes" its as if they have opened the door and light flows in so fast that you get knocked down only to get a helping hand from the one that you loved, hated, feared, and adored for so long. It rips you apart while gently holds you together. You feel vulnerable, yet invincible. The feeling doesn’t last long though…
When it ends its like they punched you in the gut, angering the beast within, sending you back in the room only to close the door that once they opened. The thing inside you eats away at your hope, any shred of compassion until you're a life less cocoon of what you once were; sitting there, waiting for time to take its toll on you…
And it does. You get up the courage and break out of your cocoon, out of the room and into the world, spreading your wings to let the world know that you have slain the beast that has tormented you, the beast that enslaved you, the beast that made you want to end it all with one fowl swoop, the beast of love...
Published 23rd Jun 2014
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23rd Jun 2014 3:48pm
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I liked this... try some line-breaks then
look in the mirror, then take two ass-spins
then, call me in the morning...
~( )( )~
the feeling is like someone trapped you
inside a lonely dark room with nothing to hear
nothing but the sound of your own heart and breath
even you wishing it would stop.
There is nothing to grasp onto and nothing to eat, yet
you’re not hungry because you’ve
already eaten yourself up inside and out.
It’s like your stomach is going to burst and
whatever is inside will smother you in the darkness
doing this until you suffocate and
the thing is, is that you want it to…
But when they say "yes"
its as if they have opened the door and
the light flows in so fast that you get knocked down
only to get a helping hand from
the one that you loved, hated, feared, and adored for so long.
it rips you apart while gently holding you together.
You feel vulnerable, yet invincible.
But the feeling doesn’t last long though…
When it ends its like
they punched you in the gut, angering the beast within,
sending you back into the room
only to close the door that they once opened.
The thing inside you, it eats away at your hope
any and every shred of compassion
until you're a life less cocoon
you’re what you once were; sitting there,
waiting for time to take its toll…
And it does.
You get up the courage and break out of your cocoon,
out of the room and into the world
spreading your wings
letting the world know that
you have slain the beast that has tormented you,
the beast that enslaved you,
the beast that made you want to end it all with one fowl
foul swoop,
the beast who fed you poop
the one that wasn’t there yet always had you duped
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I liked this... try some line-breaks then
look in the mirror, then take two ass-spins
then, call me in the morning...
~( )( )~
the feeling is like someone trapped you
inside a lonely dark room with nothing to hear
nothing but the sound of your own heart and breath
even you wishing it would stop.
There is nothing to grasp onto and nothing to eat, yet
you’re not hungry because you’ve
already eaten yourself up inside and out.
It’s like your stomach is going to burst and
whatever is inside will smother you in the darkness
doing this until you suffocate and
the thing is, is that you want it to…
But when they say "yes"
its as if they have opened the door and
the light flows in so fast that you get knocked down
only to get a helping hand from
the one that you loved, hated, feared, and adored for so long.
it rips you apart while gently holding you together.
You feel vulnerable, yet invincible.
But the feeling doesn’t last long though…
When it ends its like
they punched you in the gut, angering the beast within,
sending you back into the room
only to close the door that they once opened.
The thing inside you, it eats away at your hope
any and every shred of compassion
until you're a life less cocoon
you’re what you once were; sitting there,
waiting for time to take its toll…
And it does.
You get up the courage and break out of your cocoon,
out of the room and into the world
spreading your wings
letting the world know that
you have slain the beast that has tormented you,
the beast that enslaved you,
the beast that made you want to end it all with one fowl
foul swoop,
the beast who fed you poop
the one that wasn’t there yet always had you duped
