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Stitching paching making wholeThe paches on your face show show- neglect. Your swollen hart beets rappidly- holding on desperate... fighting off whatever jerks within- Your demon haunting all that is... You sing songs of all your lonelyness... Reflecting on all of your death days- Your tired eyes would hold crimson tears filled- fillediwth rage beyong your years... Your skin is cold- lack of life... all of the warmth you ever felt (wich was hardly ever) Bigining to talk to walls and shadows... and seeing monsters within every creves. Nobody notices all of yourself-Stitching paching making whole
by ~NyahhNyahhNyahh
-When I fall I hit the floor-Love always falling- to stone on the floor. Behind this door right here- there is a room- with a key- to open the harts- of those who fear there. One whole in the roof- when I rain comes- I get wet from the storm in my body. The ink blushed threw the papers I drew on- and all of my art wached to black. My lips part in "Aaaww..."-When I fall I hit the floor-
In threw my voice box- it makes sounds- the float so high- I fall asleep, to see my thoughts run swords the cities.
And when I breath, those bells do ring- A tune - yes- it does shy away fromthe li
by ~NyahhNyahhNyahh
Mended Hart...It tells a story Their once was a little girl, who had a little curl right in the middle of her forhead, And when she was good she was vary good, but, when she was bad she was horrible. The cute little girl with the curl met a cute little boy with a toy. and smiled. As she new he would not invade her or beat her. and made a friend... Wonderful friends... Friends till the end fo time and so they promised each other forever!! The cute little girl with the curl found a cute little knife with a spike... and stabbed her dear old daddy right in the backMended Hart...It tells a story
by ~NyahhNyahhNyahh
The DarknessKeep your eyes on the dark, Don't look away, they will grab you, ful you in screaming, It's all there fault. They never come. From under my bed they crawl, from the closet they puch through the glass,The Darkness
Or open the door. Suck in the hopeless dream of a nightmare. You watch oin horror. You say that they'll all go away, and we will be togeather. Yet you like watching me bleed, dieing silent. Rip my hart out, The wind outside blows threw my soul. Don't let them out. Keep the ligh, on the floor your beeting hart. As your tears fall. &n
by ~NyahhNyahhNyahh
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