GroundedTell me, dear, are you afraid of ghosts?Grounded by Cyanide-Ghost
Because we fell so long ago,
we're about to hit the ground.
SympathyI sympathize with the demon who rips the wings off angelsSympathy by Cyanide-Ghost
Because what a sad thing it must be
To touch Heaven,
But be shackled down to Hell.
[The closer you look
the more real it becomes]
my soul is leakingthe steady drip drip of it in the kitchenmy soul is leaking by trembling-knees
sink has me grinding my teeth
what a waste you said, and in vain
tried to tighten the taps as I laughed
a waste!indeed I am.
you told me, pride is a virtue you seem to be lacking
and I said pride leaves the blinds open and you laughed
and left the the blinds open.
Shiny black patent shoes, I watched as you were
lowered into the ground and wondered if that's where life got you,
if that's where life always got you,
what good is pride anyway?
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens by Scarlettletters
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
A CrushA Crush by PockyLova
'It's hard for me to look at you,
for fear that you will catch me.
It's hard for me to talk to you,
for fear that you will hear me.
It's hard for me to know you,
for fear that you will reject me.
It's hard for me to love you,
for fear that you will fear me.
These are the choices a wise one would see,
but fear is just what is binding me...'
The reason I don't care to tell you my name is because there are some people I don't care to be recognized by. |
And I have one too many personalities for you to meet.