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gone for goodThoughts of suicide circle my mind,
the voice in my head says it's just a matter of time.
Ready to pull the trigger tears roll down my face,
It's at then I feel my moment of grace.
The urge, it leaves me.
I am set free.
With life still intact,
I am relieved of my ultimate fee.
Death, it escapes me,
Only mercy do I feel,
And this feeling stays with me.
My safety is real.
My attempted killer is gone for good at last.
Never again shall I wish for that blast.
Christmas joyChristmas is upon us
Dear ladies and gents!
And soon we shall receive
All or our presents.
Some will have many,
Some very few,
Some will only have the gift,
Of being with you.
Though items may be scares
And money be tight,
We will still have each other,
All through the night.
And love be our gift,
Romantic or not,
Because all that I want,
Is all the love that you've got.
I stay with my family,
And friends that are true,
As we all wish
A merry Christmas to you.
Whether you're Christian,
Museum, Atheist, or Jew,
Be you black, white, brown,
Or, hell, even blue.
Let you have joy
And love on this day,
And worry not about gifts,
Or how much you will pay.
The best gift you can give,
It is always free.
It's nothing but love,
And you just got some from me.
Share it with others,
Those you know and those you don't.
And be sure to give it to those,
That others just won't.
Remember this silly rhyme,
As you go through your day,
And put a smile on your face
As others pass your way.
When they ask what
night of the moonNight of the moon.
For thine is the moon that caries unto the night.
It lights our mistakes until the very waking hour.
It leads us to the wine of violence,
I commands that we drink until we become drunk,
Drunk with rage and aimless violence.
The moon will send us to each other,
So that we may share the wine.
And the moon will find others.
Some may refuse it at first.
But it always wins at least once.
And once it does,
It will start again.
It then herds us in our misfortune,
It guides our foolishness until the sun brings us back to the day.
The day of knowledge.
The day of great light.
For on this day, only joy will come.
For the night of foolishness,
The night or sorrow,
The night of pain,
The night of regret,
Will be gone.
This day has not come.
I pray I may live to see the day come.
But until it does,
I shall live with all of you,
My brothers and sisters,
In this unending night of the moon.
Vanity's Youth follow up.Vanity's Youth
The mirror reflects
What you want to see,
What you want to be.
But you have yet to turn on the light.
Instead considering the darkness
A type of identity to your name.
But should your fingers wander,
Should they touch the planes,
Fingers dip inside the ridges,
They would find not flawless skin
But rolling hills of sorrow;
Etched wrinkles like carvings into stone
As a yearning rises
For the youth you used to be
* follow up by ~OdarkarcherO *
but never more is one to see
the truth in youth and beauty.
the darkness hides what we all must face
another scared, scraped, and forgotten place.
a place we all know to be true
the very soul of me and you.
we use our time to hide it still
and vanity in which we get our fill
until our self's we come to kill.
for not is the time to view in vain
for the beast with in must still be slain.
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