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Abit of writing, abit of music and thats it

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Silt dredged up in my mind,

Leaving it etched and scarred.

It sinks below calmer currents,

The undertow amongst the stagnant tides.

Pain shatters on my flesh.

The Devil hungers for my turmoil,

Devouring my inner thoughts

Come for me as I’m broken.

My heart is in his hands.

Am I lost from myself?

Or hiding within my true nature?

Thoughts swallow me,

I am in my prison’s tomb,

My epitaph on the world.

The Devil hungers for my turmoil,

Devouring my inner thoughts

Come for me as I’m broken.

My heart is in his hands.

Should I stay in this state?

Forced into mental decay.

As I drown in insanity,

The beacons at shore slip away,

Numbing my body to return.

Verse:

Conscripted to our deaths

Honour brandished on our chests

Cowards are created, heroes break the fray.

The trenches carve hidden horrors

Minds shattered like shocked shells

Pre Chorus:

Ascension is nigh

My guns on the end of its rope

Chorus:

Fighting for your life, not the battle.

Under orders from the removed leaders.

No line between victory and defeat.

Slaughter and desecration remain

Verse:

War crimes aid our survival

Corrupted gas enters my lungs

Vision clouded in the fog of war

I was trained not to fear

But my heart is wrought with terror

Pre Chorus:

Triggers feign mercy

Decaying our sanity

Chorus:

Fighting for your life, not the battle.

Under orders from the removed leaders.

No line between victory and defeat.

Slaughter and desecration remain

Bridge:

Too far to be saved in this ocean of blood.

I swim unknowingly back to the beach

Where my horrors roam in uniform

My purple heart gives out in my chest.

Verse:

Keep running through doors

Trapped in cerebral nooks

Never gaining direction

Only to travel worn down paths

Loosing traction in hypotheticals

Rhetorically casting stones across

Muddied ripples resurge my vigor

Pre Chorus:

Going in twists to set bearings

Bartering my lost causes

Weighed up against safe bets

Chorus:

Knocking down past’s door

Asking for a solid bearing

To navigate round the sirens

Determined to impale on piercings stones

Attempting to drown in the undertow

The white wash of the murkiest storms

Verse:

Empty coin flips simplify difficulty

As the first seeds tossed from the plant

Spread out in futures indecisiveness

We stand in the fields being passed by

Never to settle among the others

Creating your own game in justification

To cheat out of the fluidity of choice

Pre Chorus:

Bring it all back in yourself

To that moment it all changed

And let yourself wash away

Chorus:

Knocking down past’s door

Asking for a solid bearing

To navigate round the sirens

Determined to impale on piercings stones

Attempting to drown in the undertow

The white wash of the murkiest storms

Bridge:

Across ocean and plain

Through seeds and ships

The future comes in storms

How you act roots that ship ashore

A castaway or captain afterwards

The storm weathers choices

Verse:

Archetype of the shapeshifter,

You fuel your plight in devouring

The helpless beings under our gaze.

In the make of progress you slay,

In the backyards of hope you maim

Disrespecting life is your corporation desecration

Neglected eyes refract your malicious intent

Pre chorus:

Demons won’t tread behind

who they fear to cross,

They tremble in your deeds

The death toll is rising.

Chorus:

You lack sympathy for the fallen

On death row they want mercy

You inject the lethality in a cure

Warped to assist the dying breed

Carcasses laced with toxicity.

Salvaged in the dying promise

Of betterment and treatment

Verse:

The cages echo death screams

The stains will never disappear

Corruption destroys your morality

Murder encases your wretched life

Mutilation in your holy crusade

It leaves the public blinded,

Deception within the inner circle

Pre chorus:

Media dissociated these rights

Blind eyes become the cloak

Awareness shatters the guise

The death toll still rises.

Chorus:

You lack sympathy for the fallen

On death row they want mercy

You inject the lethality in a cure

Warped to assist the dying breed

Carcasses laced with toxicity.

Salvaged in the dying promise

Of betterment and treatment

Bridge:

Your golden tongue wears thin

We glimpse the abyss behind

To smell rows of decayed bodies

Look at your fucking hands

Can you justify this slaughter?

Can the carnage ever stop beating?

Verse:

Submerged in my hazed visions

Flurried strings of Apollos’ lyre

Lured me into the Siren’s bay

Hallowed remnants of passion remain

Shredded on the rocks, as the souls have

Sliced marrows will attest that love

Pitted roots of organs commence

Underfoot, deviance

Pre Chorus:

Reject my negativity

Embrace my futility

Deny your supremacy

Accept your binds over me

Chorus:

Tear my heart out of my mortality

Leeches will suck away its’ pain

Scars will remain ever vivid

Lucid in control, soldered to my sternum

Rhetoric loves will unfurl heartstrings

To outstretch physicality’s reach

Will plunge us in to Elysium

Verse:

Escaping Hade’s masquerade,

Bound within Pluto’s distaste

To decimate a river calling your name

I will sacrifice my morbid mortality

To glimpse your passing in a last glance

Is tyranny on my cosmic senses

The judges of death have taunted

Golden fruit tastes bitter sweet

Pre Chorus:

Follow my tenacity

Squander my cold reality

Control your sympathy

Declare your name to me

Chorus:

Tear my heart out of my mortality

Leeches will suck away its’ pain

Scars will remain ever vivid

Lucid in control, soldered to my sternum

Rhetoric loves will unfurl heartstrings

To outstretch physicality’s reach

Will plunge us in to Elysium

Bridge:

I’m losing the life of my soul

transfusing my energy to you

My dying words deny the shades

Will you ever forgive me?!

I’ve bled my last drop of Ichor

Visit me at the gates of the 7th

I will be there till immortalities dusk.

White hearts know all

Their holy dust, chokes our lungs

Lost in sea of rust

Wondering what we did right.

The mortal oceans turned tides

Drowned in new deserts.

Stronghold our buildings,

Tyranny rebuked holes

We blindly follow

Do we drown the sea?

Corrupted the infant world

None stop the black hearts

Profit from the dead man's hand

The traitor's call will ring out

Chilled wraiths now exist

Bound in flesh, with lust and greed

Life trickles down hands

Sweet unholy symphonies

Lull us back to ignorance

Fall down,

Our world is dry

Corrupted in ourselves

What will the martyrs say? They’re dead.

Black hearts.

Deadweight won’t catch up

Our souls are left behind us

Our breathe will burn up

Blades run

Ghosts’ of doom rise,

Dead clockwork roars the past

Honour bound world has time descend

Blank eyes

We do not exist in singularity

But as one flawed unit

Mental detachment, physical bliss

Vacuumed actions, reckless repercussions

Bright tides of self-excommunication cleanse all

Deprivation chambers are sacred lies

Self-doubt makes the prophets blind

Serendipitous cooperation messages

Filtered perception, ignorant truths

Unholy smoke, economic exorcism

Salted the earth under bridges

Only sympathy in destructive geology

The earth carved in their image

History screams the hidden stories

Pages ripped in our past, imprinted into order

Picking the carcass of society dry

Snapshots of reality pierce the victor’s supremacy

Rhetoric lineage dreadfully cast aside

Social layers wrapped up in history

Freedom of oppression is guilt of sin

Martyrs of asymmetric causes enabled your right

Top of the ladder steers the rungs

The elites crash lower than the average

Cocoons of change lay dormant

Silk weathered by harsh truths

Never to open in the seas of uncertainty

The devils advocate rigs your hand

Nothing but clubs and low suits

Down on your luck

Only broken houses in your hand

And failed straights of success

Mulligan, your souls into the deck

You may change your place

Your colours will still wear thin!

False cuts alter our mind

Misdirection from the puppeteer

Changing the face value of persistence

Changing the heart of the cards

Alignment of the masses will pass

Betrayed by the pair of jokers

Carved and severed from behind

While staring in the eyes of your royals

Actions are becoming paper thin

As death comes out of the cards

Face value falls flat of reality

Thirteen angels failed to warn

Thirteen demons entered our minds

The flushed royals will suffer

Bludgeoned by clubs and spades

Red hearts bleeding black blood

Supremacy by conquest is the only way to succeed

Verse:

I’ve been a rogue for too long.

Need to take a step back from my life.

Being free from all regrets has left me broken

My head in my heart rejecting all risk

Time passes my attempts by

I can’t express how to say it, I’ll let my actions achieve it.

Pre Chorus:

You’ve never really passed me by

I’ve passed my feelings, all denied

These worlds will come to collide!

Chorus:

Can’t hold me down, I am my own man

Been fighting on my own

No one to teach me how to survive

No chains to hold me back

I’m reeling myself back to you!

Verse:

I’ve been around a long time

Shaking all that life has thrown at me

Never going back to the shore

I’ve never made myself believe

Not dragging down my friends with me

My choices stay with me!

Pre Chorus:

I’ve never really passed it by

I’ve passed my life up on the line

These worlds will come to collide!

Chorus:

Can’t hold me down, I am my own man

Been fighting on my own

No one to teach me how to survive

No chains to hold me back

(I’m reeling myself back to you!) x2

So pull me in!

Bridge:

I’ve always felt the waves of pressure fall over me

I’ve always parted that sea

But this time, I cannot stand alone!

I need someone to shield me

Be the one by my side, I will believe

Never to betray my exposed sides

To spring up hope, to keep me alive

Remove my shallow veins

Strip them from my flesh

Curse the rhetorical system

Make the pain real inside

Lay me in the waiting room

I’ll just hit the floor

Solstice shifts the balance.

Spring spills my warm blood

The earth dries my black bile

Pre-occupation of death

Waiting to become alive

Hell better freeze over.

Winter’s phlegm keeps me passive

My fires go cold on an avalanche.

Cauterise my dying eyes

Rip out my nails, add them to the ship

Fry my heart to keep it turning

Summer’s fire loses my sleep

Drying the air in my lungs

Warming my wrecked imbalance.

My body separated by 4 horsemen

Tearing at the walls

Tempting my unholy demise.

Time salts my wounds

Giving up my hand to death

Standing up in my grave

Bury me alive.

(To be clear, I just gave these lyrics a random title cause I couldn't think of one.)

Grind, grind, bones to ash.

Chained in the same pen again.

Fingers worked to stumps

Machines breaking down in chaos

Debts pile around our necks

Drowned in the undertow

Shot me in the front

Before my soul goes black

Release me from my cage.

Flee from those steps, never look back

Running free on dead legs

The clock spites our lives.

Calculating our demise.

We are gone in the blink of an eye.

Wire cut our vices down

How can we cope in here?

Give me time to rebuke my pain

I’ve found my hope

It was rotting on the back burner

No escape, fuelled on regrets.

Coming as the volunteer

Leaving as the victim

I am a slave.

To their grinds.

No guts, no glory they said.

I’m now covered in their glory

They’ve given me their purple heart

I ripped mine out, still bleeding out

Patriotism blocked my coward blood

Spilling on the opiate poppies

Writing blocks in my mind

5 million numbers clear the path

A man an inch, a battalion a yard.

Homage of the fallen ones.

Ringing of the bells on the unknown grave

Making the a solemn beat in this rave

Broken bodies have loosened the pit

Honour screams blindly at war

Peace, shielded by chaos in draws

Why do we destroy this sacred art?

As candy under the baby’s command

We’re picked early and rotted before the womb

Expended before our use batters conscription

Great joys lie in lavished rooms of the world

Corpses fight aside withered men

Served with mustard, severed the nerves

Our victory should be sweet

It only culls our bitterness

In this bustling ghost town

I think I posted this in the WIMHA sub forum like ages ago, but whatever.

Disdained from images of above.

Down below the shrivelled minds.

Sunken beneath brine and ooze. Encased to descend.

Embraced in the roots of sarcastic trees.

Dancing in my ruthless ward

Have you claimed one for your own?

Or just become consumed in greed?

Stairs, the pitfalls to subterranean levels.

The pressure escapes my skull.

Heat. Drained from my cell.

Howling at the light that crashed me here.

Hell, was such a better place.

Corpses harvest the gardens of dread.

Fire burns all back and forth.

Smells of flesh get me excited.

Vast emptiness, withdrawing its distance.

Broken limbs, desiccated as pawns.

Why are you here?

You’ve ruined my shift.

Stairs, the pitfalls to subterranean levels.

The pressure escapes my skull.

Howling at the light that crashed me here.

Hell, was such a better place.

I wish you were here.

This is my first return to the blogs after WIMHA got closed. These lyrics are written in Haiku, Cinquain, and Tanka structures, cause it felt like something interesting to do.

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust society.

Lost in sea of rust,

Wondering what we did wrong.

The mortal oceans waved back,

Dried up into a desert.

Stronghold our buildings,

Revoke our sublime constructs

We are blind servants.

Do we drown the sea?

Corrupt our dying planet.

None stop the govern

Black crude damning their coffers

No one shall outlast dread's call.

Speak up,

Our world is gone.

Corrupted in ourselves.

What will the children say? They’re dead.

We bleed.

Deadweight don’t wait up,

Our souls are left behind us

Our ashes will burn.

Chimeras come forth to me

Warped in your livid forms

Does that inhibit your life?

Constricting dreams to nightmares,

As crushing and tainted, brine of the dead lake.

Changed from reality, nigh to exist.

Bloodletting of the soul to purge the existance.

Wrath of an impudent form.

Patchworked of chaos and terrors

Rejected, severed in genocide.

Renegade, touched by tyranny

combated the all seeing and twisted creator.

Corruptor of genotypes.

Whisperer of deadliest sins

Betterment restricted, used by clay fists

Forged brittle holds on the Knowing.

Truest forms over run by animus

Cooperate symbol arresting dystopia

Plunging closer to the brink's blind.

Close but unseeing

Unforetold, after wave apocalypse

Lashing from physical eternity.

Body untouched, mind dreaded.

Knotted in homicidal tendencies.

New dawns will surface.

Swords raise in the malice.

Two beasts flay the world.

Revolution overtakes the order.

Tides turn.

Worlds fall.

Shadows play in curiousity

Wrapping plagues in a clouded mind.

Being cut down to size

Among a plane of your own demise.

Pills for the body, no one cares.

Medication for the mind, everyone rears.

Combating the little demons as if they are consuming.

Centre of a tailored storm.

Forcibly aligned to the fold.

Pestilence touches flocks, some not all.

No one to help guide towards fears

Only deepening your own.

Vice threatening cortex holds

Stemming beyond your bold.

Blades pressed, nigh will help.

Can it be controlled or just locked up?

Crashing the command centre.

Warped in hatred, consumed with illness.

Free will dimmed by the inside.

Outside doesn't extend the glide.

Combating all the demons in the world,

No angels will join the roil.

Hope filtered through fractured holds.

Pestilence reduced, thin walls,

Only deepening profits debt.

Mutilating old curses.

This eternity. The epitimy.

Bards block sepiternal sorrow.

Malicious chords strained to rebuke.

Seizing the Night Soul's eyes.

Token esteemed to end suffering.

If the duty has been completed will the dogs of suffering remain?

This is the piece of creative writing I did for a assignment thing for school. I really liked it, so here it is.

The night sky was void of clouds. The moon had turned its back, leaving just a sliver of it to be seen. The desert rolled into the distance carrying its harsh decree to the land. I was tired. Why did I have to drive 300 miles in the middle of the night? The headlights of my beat-up car flickered, I sighed. My eyelids began to shut, a pothole in the road jolted them open. I turned to dimly focus on the car’s clock. It was almost 3am. I was approaching an intersection. I made the decision to turn down it. Everything I was doing felt automatous. My car’s engine shuddered, after a few seconds it made a loud clunking sound, the sound decayed to a horrible grinding sound. The steering locked.

Normal time felt distant as the car jarred off into the bank and went into its death-throes down the embankment. The car pitched on two wheels and slammed back onto the ground. The smell of noxious smoke was constricting my nose and my thoughts. My breathing was flustered. My hands scrambled for the seatbelt. It was reluctant. The door wouldn’t budge. I was hunched over the wrecked interior of my car with all my weight on the door. It clicked. I landed face first into the dirt, aggravating my bones in their state of disarray.

I heaved myself over on to my back. I exhaled and stared at the sky. I started coughing, a glob of red phlegm showed itself in the dull lighting. Darn. Anxiety set my heart pulsating. Dread formed. Panic engulfed. Horror delivered. The smell of my blood put the cherry on top. I stood up like a newly animated statue. As I stretched my arms they creaked and flared up in pain. The night was chilling my body. My arms were trembling, adrenaline was jabbing my body to force it to move.

I took my first steps away from the wreck I owned. It sent continuous pains that felt like explosions on my leg, changing place but still in the same area. I gritted my teeth and slowly made my way back. There was no one around. My loneliness grew. Why were there no lights on the ground? A highway would have cars on it. Why not this one? Chilling fingers caressed my mind rubbing in thoughts of cowardice. Isolation was setting in. I felt 1000 light years away on a private planet. I was feeling small, angered at my choice to almost kill myself while driving. Void of life. Void of light. Just void. I had an idea flicker. My cellphone, it could save me. I carefully fumbled around my pocket for it. Yes, found it.

I pulled it out of my pocket. It was wrecker. Even technology was void here. Shadows looked at me in curiosity, one yanked at my leg causing it to fail. I fell down a bank. I lapsed, letting the vivid isolation and pain consume me. I howled. I coughed my lungs out, burning my throat. I tried to rebuke the loneliness and isolation from cutting me down. For a second I felt 30 feet tall and unstoppable. Negativity hacked at my feet. I crumpled. This was reducing me to shreds. It penetrated my pores. Attaching itself to my spinal cord, ascending its way to my skull. Constricting my throat, widening my eyes and flooding my thoughts. Pain.

No one will even think it was the loneliness that killed me but the injuries. It isn’t evident that it’s true. But loneliness is impossible to combat in this deserted dystopia. I hate loneliness. Why couldn’t the slow choking fumes been my demise? Or the initial crash? Both were relatively quick by comparison to this tailor-made enduring battle with my own isolation.

I looked up at the stars that peeked through the guise of the clouds. They weren’t alone. They were a crowd. But even then they were distant from each other. Like I was, but they could see each other. I could not. I stayed lying down on the ground until the sun shone shards of hope on me. I sat up and looked around. There was nothing. There was a road, but nothing else.

We crawl under hairline cracks.

Inhaling realities pestilence with no doubt

Two timed against the angels’ advocate.

Awakened to gratitude entrancing their demise

Smirking as they morph into devolution.

Faded as broken oaks, resiliently dismissed.

Bayonets ornately frame inks dividing causes.

Ignorant ghouls plundering deceit.

Standing in the pits of self-pity.

My hearts’ transparency exposed.

Shifting blindfolds stitched on my pupils.

Rendering fails, leaving me a silhouette

Demons and truths carving the trail.

Right here, I stand.

Questioned amongst the real.

We are perceived as featureless and blind.

Coiled to their mortal whims.

Static conduct ebbs our consciousness

Diminishing cerebral integrity, replacing with insanity

Secured with cables bound in nihilism.

Breaking dimensional barriers between anarchy.

Seclusions’ glade trampled with horrors.

Divided they conquered, together they fall.

Devastating our false reality like ants in the rain.

Standing in the pits of self-pity.

Analysing crops wrung with corpses.

Shifting blindfolds stitched on my pupils.

Sensory hope fails, leaving me a shell

Demons and truths control the trail.

Right here, I stand.

Questioned amongst the real.

We are perceived as featureless and blind.

Coiled to their mortal whims.

A myriad of nothingness, a dead mans’ symphony.

Stretching ideas to bitter paradigms

Bending concepts to hang fear of the sublime.

Standing freely in the roil of truth.

We are left blind and featureless.

Roses of Decay

Decaying roses reflect your inner self.

Bearable at a glance, deadly on inspection

Letting minute shards of individuality

Reviving their colour amongst pale skin of yours

Opposing the wildfire, chaotic and unplanned.

You chose purposefully a susceptible host

Slow and meticulous, plotting and malevolent

Juxtaposing similar rivals.

Sadistic and narcotic cards played from your sleeves.

Transposing the hosts’ innocence

Infecting and repulsing others

Uneager to venture near the common associate.

Shrouds of ignorance framed elegantly.

Whisper thin walls impossible to breech.

Distorted truths make it through

No authentic beauty exists

Only cruelty masquerading as beauty

Sanctified morals opposing mutiny.

General aesthetics dampening your deceasing guise

Callousness drip feed. Theoretical flaws paved over.

Decadent cerebral roots consumed in knowledge

Hacking away reigns of self-awareness. Surrounding float away.

Bitterness form parasitic bonds. Subliminal metamorphosis.

Razing optimism of reversing fate. Forgetting the husk you once inhibited.

Your existence is linked to the roses, seething in pitch.

Habouring aspects of Janus within.

Two putrid thoughts begging under duress

Antagonistic crosses on the die

Stacked up to seven, in favour of the power.

Intertwined snakes rasping glorified alternates

The words have echoed the cultural divider.

Provoking chaos and terror has become the policy.

Impostered policies broiling harrowed sights

Mediated by victors, omitting the small terror.

Matyrs of the victors outshone wayward unspoken denizens

Holes in the corrupted world cleaving our brothers and sisters.

Shards of superficial opposition among them

In the ruts of glorified slaughter over the middle.

Nationalism explodes contra to the constructed zealots.

Decree stabbed into innocent auras preceeding their hope.

Provoking grandeur and bitter lies have flared.

Two coins helixed to rapture the words

Mediated by victors, omitting the small terror.

Matyrs of the victors outshone wayward unspoken denizens

Piles of dissected truths lay amongst the horrors.

Preaching the uneducated bodies their misdeeds,

Ignoring the rewritten laws they practiced.

Bevelling the truth to fit their cause.

Hearts on their half, no backing to oppose.

Choose the side oppressed for action.

Freedom against oppression strikes nigh.

I wrote these lyrics on the way home from school, sudden inspiration :P . One of the only times I'm writing personal lyrics :S

Father, why have you rejected me?

Shunning me for sins I haven’t done

Do you think your teachings are pure?

You think I’d be better off with your misjudged conceptions

Of your narcissistic motives.

You are under the wiccen’s spell.

She sits there, the puppeteer with a veil of matyrical trusts and lies.

Finely driving the pillars of civil damnation.

Mother vs father, child versus father.

Corrupting yourself image while thinking.

“I will not fall for your Valhalla of decadence”

Those old stories mimic your actions.

Your faith and guide doesn’t acknowledge it.

Beseeched by the olive branch.

Pent on anarchy with no consideration

Of the cost of breaking a family to shatter.

Pointing out the karma improperly disposed on

That former half of you is not an improper fate.

But a cynical relapse made satirical overtones crash

The shepherd has sent you to the dawn with a feast

To sneer and smile in your face, but has knives brandished behind

Forced to evict the badlands, to live in the better lands.

Zealots pry fathers from the fingers on families.

Paralysing the spirit. Reduce. The. Faith.

Crying against the opposing standards their furies fester.

Spread your cause.

Walk with amity in your vows,

Deny the pressure of the divines.

The causality of the end times are nigh.

Life is bargained with the reaper’s dice,

Rigged to spell out death.

Dance in the fray that has summoned our sins

Accept thy plague (It extends through the fold)

Bones of our ancestors will rise in the cracks.

Take joy in the judgement of fates unspoken,

And those who have phased through.

Release your qualms, place them at your feet.

Splice against the charade of doubt.

Visages of conflict and hate will fall,

Like satirical cliffs of forlorn,

Guarding the scriptures of plague and peace.

So walk now my children, with armistice in mind.

Accept the plagues as they come.

Embrace them with courage in your hearts

And dread in your shadows,

Unregarded from the automatons of thy thoughts.

To be gone with peace and whole of thy plague

Thought I'd try a new process of writing lyrics :)

The call of the wild is a one I wish to entrench myself in

it's a sinking growth that I have had to hold back.

It mimics the waves by rising in my fist

surging out into the curb and the ground.

Triggers have evolved from simple hate (I can't hold it back)

It's been killing me to reject the call

The insurance of it is an arrow with your name on it

bows bring the loan shark into calling the debt

where the sleet gathers in my past there will be a barrel for your legs

spitting on the dirt beneath your dismembered threats

thought has never been a sentiment to you.

being outdogged in the world full of wolves has never come so cheap

the knot you web your hoaxes and hexes is falling apart

unfurled as a patriotic flag, assisted by the cult of wolves

you could never lock your cage to protect me from you!!

escapism from me will close the chapters.

jungles in the book of deceit will conjure the concubines of fate

forests rise from the paragraphs

Creatures will rise from the light

leaves will form from the words within

may the arrows of pestilence bear your names

there is one inside of you, my...Friend.

This call is awakened from you

it summoned me, you already called.

So yeah, in the creative writing club at school today we could write about any of the words on the board (they were at least one person's favourite word) and Schadenfreude (Sorry German people, but I have no special keyboard to make it look more German looking) was there and it means what I said in the title: The enjoyment of watching someone in pain.

"She has the glint in her eye you mistake for wholeheartedness.

She isn't here to crush your bones or tear your flesh."

She's waiting for the impending wrath to commit.

It'll sneak up on you from the edges of your mind.

That pain you feel when she watches it happen, it sustains her happiness.

You think it's a sadistic fall through, she describes it as transcendent.

Everywhere there is products of pain in you, she watches, observing.

Smiling with a twisted grin.

When there is a utopic moment, there is no sight of her.

In these moments of light, melancholy fills her soul.

Any feedback is appreciated :)

Did this short piece of writing today, I really liked it, so it's going on here.

The lights, the noise, the dark. This is my life. Getting plugged in, getting locked up. Breaking parts. Fast talking, as deep as the sea. As loud as a mountain breaking. Tied to my owner until I'm not good enough, break or get worn out. The ascension to the stage. Thousands of people screaming my owners name. Thrown around in the storage area. Getting myself on key. 4 lines of variance. The unsung accomplice of my 6 string brothers, the get all the glory. The drums would agree, if they weren't getting the current treatment of the big storage area. I get damaged. They call it damage, I call it experience and character. I don't have a name, some of the same race as me have names, but I don't. Do I deserve not to be mentioned? Or am I scaffolding to their building? The puppeteer to their puppet? Or the conductor to their choir? This is my life, I am not jealous of the other instruments.

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