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Technicolour

pink stains

on lily petals

purple rain

in its coevals

a red boy

writing letters

green toy

spins in flatters

black rose

for that beauty

white pose

sing it with me

a blue girl

on the sun rays

yellow twirl

awed she plays

orange eyes

happily sparkled

rainbow lives

hearts all coloured.

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Blue

midnight velvet

crowning my hair

navy shaded

almost onyx fair

blueberry dark

and spruce glow

aegean as the sky

denim as shadow

azure and lapis

a covert operation

pray look twice

you’ll miss notation

that ocean blue

plunging into abyss

daresay it’s black

ordinary as please

yet when sunshine

passes through

the admiral teal

billowing sapphires;

a riot of vibrant cobalt

it dares to reveal.

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Kerberos

Scarlet red, midnight black

Blood intertwining darkness;

A chemical romance resulting in death.

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I can’t buy you a black heart, you already have mine

I will buy you black dahlias for when you’ll soon return

When the jacks top the pile and all the judges adjourn

I’ll play you a tune, strum empty space in my theremin

You’ll be blushing carnation posies, a flushed melanin

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I will buy you black kittens for when you can concede

When the auctioneers play their life, into the final bids

I’ll slay you a djinn, I’ll make xanthene stars disappear

You’ll be drowning in silver, and drinking day-old beer

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I will buy you black shoes for when you jig and show up

When the most futile of molasses spill over their cusps

I’ll relay a broken melody, perhaps a lost Liberace score

You’ll be avoiding tears on the checkered linoleum floor

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I will buy you black scarves, keep your arterial blood warm

When the conspiracies falter and gypsies lose their charm

I’ll pray you a stale Angelus, and wait for the Lord to rapture

You’ll be in an open field, awaiting your last inevitable capture

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I will buy you black snow for when you can finally find your way back home

When I accept the fact that you’re quiescent, resting under loam and stones

I’ll drink my hot eggnog, open presents of shadows, and I’ll solemnly remember

You’ll be cold and white as winter night, like my soul is in this solitary December.

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Fade To Black

The sombre stars will bleed some crystalline light

The moon hiding its silver face behind clouds tonight

The sky will be bare, not a single galaxy resonating back

When you left me, just like this midnight clear, to slowly fade to black.

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Conversing With A Mirror

…I can hear the children talking , screaming you’re a wreck 

If you think you’re so convincing, where’s your self-respect?

 ~*~

Hello, my old friend 

It’s been a while since we last met 

I know that may have shattered you into a million pieces

But I’m sorry for that, that won’t happen again, I promise

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I forgive you. So how is your life? 

Still overflowing with endless torture and strife? 

How are your friends? How is your family? 

Are they still stabbing your back? Treating you as an enemy? 

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Oh yes, absolutely, they haven’t changed a bit 

They still trod over me and make me feel like shit 

Um, that promise I made? Yeah, you can tell 

I still haven’t fought back, and surprise! They still give me hell 

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I see you still have those scars, and some new ones too 

And your eyes are still bloodshot and lifeless

Your hair looks like it hasn’t touched a brush, it’s a mess 

Or is your life even messier than that, true? 

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I know, I know, I look like a big train wreck 

What can I do? It’s even worse than before 

My mind’s in shambles, I’m a walking accident 

If I can’t rearrange myself, d’you think to my life I could do so much more? 

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Ah, I meant no offence at all, so sorry 

Maybe I started out a little too heavy 

Sorry once again, but pray tell go on with your story 

Perhaps maybe you’ve got good news to tell me? 

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Well…I’d be lying to you if I try to be positive 

Just look at me, talking to you, barely trying to exist 

Well, good news, I stopped eating colorful pills for breakfast 

But I replaced it with bullets instead; the taste of death lasts 

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That’s barely good news, but I really couldn’t blame you 

I know what you feel, I know what you’re going through 

I know I’ve said this a million times, but you won’t listen 

Please try to survive, please live, don’t get dragged down by them

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God, are you seriously listening to yourself right now? 

You’ve said the same fucking thing over when we last talked! 

Have I changed? Have I gone for the better? Hell no! 

Stop preaching to me, you hypocrite, you know that ain’t how I walk! 

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Calm down, please, I’m not the villain here 

Stop banging your fists against the glass, you’ll only hurt yourself 

I’m your only ally, you and me against the world, remember? 

If you refuse my gospel, then who are you gonna cry for help? 

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Sorry, no, I didn’t mean to be so angry 

It’s just that…just that no one cares anymore about me 

Sure you’re the only one, and you couldn’t even dry my tears 

I’m turning schizophrenic, it’s just as I feared 

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There you go again, stop planting doubt in your mind 

I’m as real as imagination can get, as you could easily find 

Let the idiots think whatever, let them spread their slanderous lies 

Just as long as you know it isn’t true, because humans do little otherwise 

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Ah, I think I hear my mother screaming from downstairs 

Yelling something about my blood on the wall, or some mistake I made

I’d hate to leave you now and cut this off shortly 

But I still have to return to my own wonderfully shitty reality 

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Oh shame you have to go, well, goodbye then 

It was so nice to have a proper chat once again 

But please, one last thing, for me, for you, just try your best to live 

Because I tell you, dear girl, the other side of the mirror ain’t as good as you think.

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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Now I lay me down to sleep

My brain to rest, my heart to keep

My soul to transcend above the sky

My burdens to soar away and fly

My words to be forever sealed

Secrets, emotions, for me to yield

~*~

Now I lay me down to rest

And He shall carry out the rest

Clothe me in a dress as dark as coal

Render my face pale like the feathers of a foal

Let the various fluids course through my veins

Let the pretty flowers lace me like tender chains

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Now I lay me down to eternal sleep

My friends shall grieve, my family weep

For I shall never return to earth

Instead, I’ll be buried underneath the dirt

And if I have sinned before I fell

I pray the Lord to keep me out of Hell.

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The Diary of a Schizophrenic in an Asylum

(An attempt to see the world in the eyes of a schizophrenic. I greatly apologize for this mess of a poem I made.)

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I am awake now.

My mind is in a constant state of disarray.

Shambles.

Entropy.

Torn to pieces.

Like pieces of paper in the wind.

I find no other purpose to exist in this world

Besides the Devil and His whims.

Why am I bothering to even write this down?

It won’t even matter at all.

My life is just invalid

My existence is a sham

I was just a terrible accident.

I don’t want to live.

I wasn’t meant to live at all.

But maybe I was?

Did Lucifer just want me to suffer

In this horrible, horrible world?

A mad man, that Morningstar was

Mad, mad, madder than me

But surprisingly a brilliant chap as well

Sent me to this place, yes He did.

Smart man. Smart move.

Where am I?

Am I dreaming? Am I dead already?

Carked it? Rotting off?

Infested with maggots at this very moment?

Where is this place anyways?

It can’t possibly be Hell.

It’s too white. Too clean.

Too clean for an impure man like me.

It needs more red. More black.

More inferno. More darkness.

Heaven?

Pure doesn’t exist in this filthy world.

It’s making my eyes hurt.

My eyes are hurting too much.

Blood. I see blood.

It’s bleeding off the damn walls.

Who’s to clean that up now?

Not I. I have enough blood on my hands.

No. It’s gone now.

It’s been replaced with black butterflies now.

They’re fluttering off into the window.

Goodbye, butterfly.

Who sent you to me?

It’s Asmodeus again, is it?

Oh, he’s the devil, He is.

That blighter is messing with my eyes again.

Or was it the man in white again?

He calls himself a “doctor”.

He says he could “help me recover”.

Ha! Such foreign, made-up words

Diving at the tip of his tongue.

What a sneaky, nosy, pesky pathetic liar.

Asking me questions like I couldn’t see

His true form at all.

He’s a messenger of the angels.

An advocate of the enemy.

He’s always trying to confuse me

With his sharp, sharp tongue

And his metal instruments of torture.

Ha. But he’ll never get me.

Constant vigilance.

He never will.

Who’s that I spot in a corner?

Oh no. It’s her again.

The faerie woman clad in black.

She’s back. No.

She’s the worst deceiver of them all.

I thought I killed her off.

The knife I used is still lodged in her back.

Pus and blood spurting off the wound.

She’s smiling at me with her razor teeth.

And stared with her empty eye sockets.

I feel utter shock.

Confusion.

Then madness.

The woman ripping at the seams

Exploding on my head

Tearing through my mind

Like the starved animal it is.

Faerie, faerie,

Why are you so cold-hearted and cruel?

Don’t hurt me.

I’m just a victim taken by the people in white.

The evil bastard angels.

No!

Not again.

Discord.

Too much discord.

They saw her.

They’re acting up again.

They’re rioting

And shouting

And begging for mercy

The voices in my head are.

Pounding through the walls of my skull

Rather hungrily

Such inconsiderate people

Their endless noise-making

Is giving me a headache

Something terrible.

I want to make them stop already.

I want to make the woman leave.

What should I do?

What could I do?

Nothing.

It’s inevitable.

I can’t do anything at all.

My hands are bound

My soul is shattered clean

My mind is unraveled

Like a fragile spider thread in a spool

Used as a noose.

The faerie woman smiles at me again.

Teeth flashing like fireflies, flash, flash

She whispers delicately “Nunc abire”

And with her bony hands covers my eyes.

I’m done for. Goodbye.

And so I scream and wail

Like a wounded animal in great pain

Though there is no one to hear me fall

And so I cry, like an oncoming storm

Until she envelops me and I can cry no more.

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I am awake now.

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Black

Dark as the night

Black as a lump of coal

Nothingness, like a blind man’s sight

The definition of my soul.

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