PROJECT Hashing it out. (Just)

Corvuscorax

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Just another shit day.

Aching...


...tired...

...lying in the floor.

I just don't want to be alone anymore.

I don't mean to run (it just might be all I'm good at).

All these responsibilities just keep piling up.

(I just want to be okay?)

I'm tired of being tired.

(Unsure of every choice.)

I'm just a child...

...in charge of a child.

Who I'll let down...

Just like they did me.

(I don't want to fail you.)

I just want the perfect picture.

It's in my head.

(Sometimes I can barely see it.)

I just want this...

So bad....that I can taste it.

I....just....
 

Corvuscorax

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You.

Life is inspiration,
But sometimes it hurts.
Yeah baby, its true.
I cant live with all this...
This hate, this hope.
I hate this life that I have been dealt,
I hate this hope that lights up my heart.

Why have I grown to hate so much?
To hope so little?

I am waiting dear...Hurt me quick.
Rip the hope right out of me.
Its not like it won't happen...Not like I don't expect it.
I hate this hope:
Because I know you'll abuse it.

Denial!
Denial wont make it hurt less.
I know I'm lying to myself.
Who cares?
Bring me up, throw me down.
Here's the denial:
Hate is all I feel...the hope is just a illusion


I'm.

I feel sick, sick of how I feel.

I'm scared.
I'm lonely.

I'm this, I'm that.
Worthless? Maybe.
You tell me.


Me? I believe I'm just....

sick.


no title.

Sentinels posted at the gate,
the silver key kept hidden till of late.
Slivers of gold shine through,
like piercing eyes show hate.
The gate opens before me.

Welcome to the party…
The dark figures chuckle.

I slink away to be seated at the head of the crowd,
Secret delicacies soiled with sin before me.
Forkfuls of food, nourishment,
my hand poised at the plate.

Better the follies of lower sentiments
As skilled faces render scars to the surface.
Shrouded in darkness I tear at the light,
Spilling the crazed indulgence of mystery.

I fight till blood colored tears fall upon my face.
Insanity rings ever clear as I yell to the crowd….
Welcome to the show that Satan hosted to bring damnation to my soul.