a strugle for perfection by drunk-poisin8, literature
Literature
a strugle for perfection
Flooding her mind with expectant figures, it tires and drains her of sanity with its screams
Her own perception is never equivalent so the screaming persists
Her trembling body staggers around the world, Learning and earning herself an education
An education that teaches her nothing but the idiocies that will surround her once she leaves
Thrown into a world that will place her on a scale, weigh her beauty and falsity then do with her accordingly
Alone in a room the pain inside grows, thoughts of blades and blood bring a smile to a lifeless face
Maybe the pain will subside when the blood is free,
Blood is life is it not,
Life is w
I crave perfection
Ecstasy exists only in desire
Tranquility inundates my remains with crimson sorrow
Notice my war between sanity and madness
A smile only deceives you of what can be found underneath
A bitter vacant child longing to acquire serenity within
Suppression only arouses my impulses of sin
Consider that perhaps I have not been accepted into normality
I have been segregated from humanity
She lowers the blade towards her exposed skin
Tears stream down her pale cheeks
The voice screams at her to slice through the grief
The voice disgusts her
Its to blame for how she suffers
And yet when she complies with its orders
She senses not liability or vulnerable
But pride is what fills her
Pride that she can control the pain
Not the inhabitants of her the other world
The pride grows, as does her hunger
The more she consumes
The loader the voice screams
And so she abides by the voice
The cold metal brings a sinister smile to her face
The first sign on blood shoots pain
Its welcomed
Serenity replaces it afte
I dare you to look world
It's your little girl
See her
She is dieing for attention
The mirror tells her lies
It screams hateful words to her body
And is only quite when she looks
But she can't find herself in there
World do you see
She is underneath
It takes a blade to find her
It tranquilizes her
World it is only then that she forgets her hunger
That she forgets the pain
They pour and drip out of her
She is then thin
She is then happy
World don't you see it is only then she is sane
Silly children
Running from my grasp
I will find them all
I will distort their minds
Make them feel the madness within
They will be vanished
The obscurity of insanity will obtain them all
Silly children
I am no fairy tale
Fear me for I shall mutate you all
You can't hide silly children
I am sick and perverse
I am a death white doll
With a cracked cheek
And vacant black eyes
In a faded white wedding gown
I will haunt
Blood has been spilt
And more will seep
Out of sinners
The blood will pour
And I will watch from my window
Silly children
Play your games
Backstab and lie
It only amuses me
Sill
Inside I'm dead
Your solace won't revive me anymore
I was betrayed
By blindly stabbing friends
A deceptive smile will reassure you
But I no longer bleed
I no longer feel
Anesthetized
You know longer dominate
The hollow shell keeps you out
now im alone
Lost in black
I need no comfort
It doesn't help
For I am inhuman
Nothing helps now
Just keep on living
And ill keep on smiling
But inside I am dead
Just wanted you to know…..
I can't help but feel resentment towards you
I don't mean to contemplate your most tortuous death
Dispensed by my own tainted hands
Hallucinations of knife driven wounds distributed over your flawless body
Perfect red blood will stain your clothes and the fabric will cling longingly
How I long for the day, you will cry out for my mercy, though ironically it was you who delivered its slaughter
Each agonizing scream that escapes you lips is what lives in my head all those years of torment
Tears will seep from your beautiful blue eyes, journey down your cheeks and depart your face from the bottom of you chin
My concealment will
Struggling with thought and disgust for you,
I vomit memories and hopes of this love true.
Bending over slowly, pulling back hair,
past wishes giggle as I remain tender, bare.
Hoping to get rid of a heart blackened by the past,
I discard what is yours as hurt stares with hunger vast.
All goes but love, nauseated by laughter
I remember you and begin to throw up faster.
Dreaming you gone, I give you what's yours;
a bruise- bolus heart and bleeding expenditures.
As I lie down and forget pain that's taken place,
I repress tears of joy and wipe from my mouth disgrace.
Hopes of ridding myself of a heart unpure and owned by you, I'm lef
Time Is the only healer...
I reach out for your soul.
and find myself shrouded in mystery.
you hold me at bay...
Truth is the only comanion...
I strive for your comany.
Thoe i find it, it quickly leaves.
I am empty once more...
Faith is the only saviour...
I wish for it to work.
time proceeds, and i have faith.
Each day possess more challanges...
Time stops for no man...
I carry on, move on.
Will not be left alone.
I reach for your hand...
And calmity sweeps me over, I yearn For your Touch, Your wamth, i yearn for you....
One day my Love came to me
And said, "my Darling, let us have tea!
A tea that would flatter the Hare and the Hatter.
A good time to remember, you'll see."
Perhaps I should set the table.
Perhaps I should bar the doors;
For when the dreams come a-knocking
We'll be shaking and rocking,
Like insanity making love to the floor.
My Love and I sat at the table,
Drinking the tea with the dreams in mind.
"My Darling, don't fear.
We're all mad here,"
Said my Love in a voice truly kind.
Soon the dreams came like fury.
The violence, the calm, the shame.
Our poor fragile table
Was far too unstable
For the tea party's cruel little game.
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