Memories of FriendsMemories of Friends Those I have lost have lost themselves So they have turned into theirselves; An establishment, a home, a fire, flames Literature, a book, words, names The webs they have sewn are twisted; split Lines spun in circles around my fingers; my wrists Strings bent to make a move Manipulation of man-puppet fools Lavender ties may hold us both together But broken crimson cord proves our severanceMemories of Friends
I Am RegretI am regret I am the voice that makes you want to scream "Stop!" at the top of your lungs; I own those words. I am the shadow that creeps behind you paranoia or not; I own that ghost. I am the picture that pulls down all of your guilt; I own that face. I am the constant feeling that you have lost security; I own that honesty. I am stilts to you and a crutch to others; I own that weight. I am the cold that has replaced how you have felt; I own that warmth.I Am Regret
Not Ok, Not AwakeNot Ok, Not Awake This is a dream and I hope you never wake up. This nightmare will keep on playing. This tragic world is what you made it. With so many mirrors and reflections of you. You are as sick of your face as I am. Mighty-mirrors; reinforced frames covered in security glass. Try as you might you’ll never break them. You will fight and fuss; toss and turn in your bed This is a dream and you will never wake up.Not Ok, Not Awake
ehhh
Zest
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