Take me seriously!

[Freaky]

Wrote this with dark ink
And a darker mind
Sorry dear reader..
But here goes -

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The streaks don't go deep,
and the red runs dry.
This is not enough
to make me cry.

So send me back
to where I came from.
Send me back
to my own hell.

Something darker,
something deeper
to punish,
to pummel.
A shackle for a sin,
a nail into the skin.
For this is not enough.

The devil is just lazy,
hiding under the pretense
He needs to take this seriously
I hope he takes offense.

This is his playground.
Is that mercy I see in his eyes?
Is he done playing the game,
or just numb to my cries?

The lid to the coffin
lies untouched, heavy and cold.
The devil needs to bulk up
for it to close the fold!

 

[Dom55]

Wrote this with dark ink
And a darker mind
Sorry to the reader..
But here goes -

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The streaks don't go deep,
and the red runs dry.
This is not enough
to make me cry.

So send me back
to where I came from.
Send me back
to my own hell.

Something darker,
something deeper—
to punish,
to putridge.
A shackle for a sin,
a nail into the skin.
For this is not enough.

The devil is just lazy,
hiding under the pretense
He needs to take this seriously
I hope he takes offense.

This is his playground.
Is that mercy I see in his eyes?
Is he done playing the game,
or just numb to my cries?

The lid to the coffin
lies untouched, heavy and cold.
The devil needs to bulk up
for it to close the fold!

Takes your hand in my hand n checks your pulse.
What you said is not just pain, but rebellion against it. You've wrestled the dark into verses, and that takes a strength deeper than most can name. Remember ,you’re not alone in this storm.

 

[Freaky]

Takes your hand in my hand n checks your pulse.
What you said is not just pain, but rebellion against it. You've wrestled the dark into verses, and that takes a strength deeper than most can name. Remember ,you’re not alone in this storm.

Yes, thank you domm!
I appreciate your kindness

 

[Juliette]

Wrote this with dark ink
And a darker mind
Sorry dear reader..
But here goes -

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The streaks don't go deep,
and the red runs dry.
This is not enough
to make me cry.

So send me back
to where I came from.
Send me back
to my own hell.

Something darker,
something deeper
to punish,
to pummel.
A shackle for a sin,
a nail into the skin.
For this is not enough.

The devil is just lazy,
hiding under the pretense
He needs to take this seriously
I hope he takes offense.

This is his playground.
Is that mercy I see in his eyes?
Is he done playing the game,
or just numb to my cries?

The lid to the coffin
lies untouched, heavy and cold.
The devil needs to bulk up
for it to close the fold!

When even darkness feels insufficient, the battle within must be raging deep. This stings in all the right ways....