Made by Monsters (Part 2)

Even in dreams, he knew no peace,
As the reservoirs of his memories were then released.
Every time he closed his eyes, it was always the same,
Them throwing stones as well as the blame.
Unable to die, he survived on his own,
From place to place was where he would roam.
But wherever he went, it was always the same,
They would all run, even the lame.
He never knew kindness, he never knew love,
Though once his heart was pure, white like a dove.
His soul was corrupted, twisted and crushed,
He had no use for empathy so he let it rust.
When death finally came for him, he went without a fight,
His body decomposed but his spirit wouldn't take flight.
He just wouldn't leave, he was in too much pain,
So much that it was more than he could restrain.
Deep down inside he was just a scared little child,
With bloodied broken wings that were ruthlessly defiled.
They were the monsters, so evil and cruel,
For transforming that poor boy and playing him a fool.
So strong was his anger, his fury, his hatred,
That even in death, he drove them all mad.
The reason why I can see through his eyes so clear,
For when I was nine, I was almost drowned for being queer.
We are what we are, though treated that way,
What we were born with is here to stay.
If it makes us filth, let it be then,
For the world will change at only God knows when.

Made by Monsters (Part 1)

This monstrous being that dwells within, Enraged and wild, it killed its kin. Its roar of pain echoes in my ears, Of all the abuse it endured throughout the years. At random times, i could see, What had happened through the eyes of the beast. Tears and blood run down my face, A bitter memory it could not erase. A scared and injured child just crying for help, But instead, stones were thrown at him which made him yelp. After the explosion, acid rain had come, They left the little boy and decided to run. Down on the ground and unable to move, They called him a monster though they had no proof. They were afraid about what they didn't understand, That he was gifted and had abilities so grand. Isolated and despised was a child only five, It was no wonder at all that he couldn't thrive. Everything that happened, they blamed on him, As the bringer of bad luck, bad omens, full to its brim. He was cursed so many times, that he actually believed, That he was a monster and that there was nothing he could achieve. He hung by a thread, dripping with dye, Its color was hatred mixed in with lies. Time and time again, his suicide attempts failed, This only hurt his heart deeper, which was already so frail. A monster so loathed that nobody could ever want, Not even death himself, he heard them taunt.

My Mutilated Nursery Rhymes

Twinkle twinkle star so high,
End my pain and let me die.

Sadness, sorrow and more lies,
How much longer must I cry?

When I wish upon a star,
I close my eyes and count my scars.
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,

All the King's medics,
And all the King's priests,

Brought Humpty Dumpty back as a beast.

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Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your hoard doth grow?

With chains and saws,
Knives and swords,
And rotted corpses all in a row.

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Itsy Bitsy spider,
Climbed up the baby's crib,

Down came his fangs,
And bit the baby's chin.

Out came his parents,
And screamed while he died,

Itsy Bitsy spider,
Made a grin so wide.

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Poor little Alice,
Now in paralysis,
Her mind jumped over the moon,
Her enemies laughed to see such fun,
And her sister ran away with her groom.

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Little Alice Liddel,
Lost her good fiddle,
And wondered where it was,
She fell to the floor,
Liters of blood galore,
Her beloved uncle was the cause. 

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Lobelia's Poem To Lancer

It doesn't matter,
Even if you're in a happier mood,
If i couldn't have you,
Then nobody could.

Call me a lier,
A betrayer, if you will,
If you knew me at all,
You'll understand why i made the deal.

They promised to keep us safe,
The 2 of us in this chaotic place,
Leave that dying girl to rot,
She's losing in life's race.

Why is it always her?
Why don't you look here?
What does she have that i don't?
She won't love you like i will, my dear.

You'll understand why she had to go,
Since i freed her from her prolonged death,
I shouldn't even be at fault here,
All i did was end her wheezing breath.

One day you'll realize,
All that i've done,
Was only for you,
I'll always be waiting,
That much is true.

Noir's Last Letter

Amaranth,
Such a sweet name,
But for the owner to be from hell,
Thats just a shame.

Immortal love,
Its meaning, so lovely,
Yet so much pain in between,
Those sad grey eyes of thee.

When i first found you,
You were praying for death,
Cursing the war,
And saying you had nothing left.

Our bond started there,
Your tortured soul, healed,
However, my condition only worsened,
As you became my shield.

I named you my knight,
After you wanted to cast away,
Your sweet sweet name,
To keep bad memories at bay.

We both know my body is dying,
We just don't know when it'll stop,
Such is eternal beauty,
A blessing that i'll gladly drop.

To love someone,
That could leave at any time,
To say 'I love you' now,
Would be a crime.

Forgive me, my dear,
For the words i never said,
Because by the time you read this,
I'd probably be already dead. 

Pick Me!

My dark melody, Come steal my soul, Repeat the siren's song, Come achieve your goal. Tune thy ashen harps, Angels of black death, Play the dead to sleep, May they finally rest. The clouds had come to cry, Like statues that mourn forever, Tears that fall from above, Turn fine skies into gloomy weather. Such a pitiful sight, That even heaven mourns, The pain that never ends, Seem to renew each dawn. Take me away, Lead me with your scythe, Lets cross the river, Styx, And leave behind this life. Attempt after attempt, That failed time and time again, I can't seem to descend, Could it possibly be? That Death himself doesn't want me?

Why?

Its futile to hope,
When you're immune to lies,
When you know truth,
When you're used to goodbyes.

If you think about it neutrally,
Money is nothing but printed paper,
Love is merely an obsession,
Trust is belief that will soon waver.

In this world of concrete and fumes,
People live in their own dreams,
We do not need much at all,
But some beg to differ it seems,

There are many examples,
Of what people insist they need,
What they think makes them top dogs,
But on the way they strive to bleed.

Why do we need to prove ourselves,
To people that do not matter?
Why do we need to impress them?
The people we hate, we flatter?

Lies and more lies,
Its around us everyday,
When one stops believing,
Everything is clear in every way.

Friends and family,
Love and war,
Will eventually hurt you,
And rot you down to the core.

Hatred Hurts

The hatred within me,
It grows like a flame,
Soaring higher and higher,
I hate this game.

Screams of frustration,
Bloody knuckles stain the wall,
Tears flow freely,
But the anger doesn't dissolve.

The hopelessness kicks in,
As my knees start to weaken,
I sink to the floor and cry,
There is no hope, there is no beacon.

My hands start to sting,
But its still not enough,
So i pull out a blade,
And feel my skin, so rough.

Previous scars,
All tell their tale,
Time to add another one,
The pain they give is stale.

Cold hard metal,
Smoothly glides through,
Dancing shades of rouge,
My thoughts lift off, away from you.

Fire spreads through my wounds,
The feeling sublime,
The frustration ebbs away,
As i put it away for another time.