Misery Boy
Im unprofessional and do all this for fun
Misery Boy
Im unprofessional and do all this for fun
Im unprofessional and do all this for fun
Im unprofessional and do all this for fun
Telling me to survive
Yelling at me to survive.
Who are you to tell me this
Making me cut my wrists
Yet complaining,
Still whining.
Why I’m not normal,
Full of burn marks.
Yet spitting in my face
Making my heart race.
Leaving me in believe,
Making me think of releave.
Yet nothing is there to safe,
It’s like a fucking rave.
Never ending,
Too much time spending.
So loud of a sound
Falling thr...
Screaming
Beaming into hell
Hoping for the bell
Ringing in your head
Pain putting you to bed.
Your brain,
Malfunctioning,
Disinfecting.
Screaming and burning.
It’s all their fault,
That’s what you believe.
Are you right
Or have you already lost the fight ?
Are you good
Or are you not better
Have you even done some good ?
It’s screaming,
Tearing.
Fucking burning your head.
Shaking you awake....
I watch him
I love him.
I lay there on his lap
Laying there no worries in this flat.
I chuckle
His hair brown
He bows down
I look in his eyes
So shiny,
Yet it’s rising
My dear,
And my fear
Mixing, I see the worst
I can’t see his face,
I can’t see the background behind his words.
His words
Rose up like a sword.
Is he the same ?
Will he make me shame.
Will he yell
And rise up a new form...
There she was, laying in his arms.
The breeze, touching their faces.
He smiled
While he dialed.
Voices speaking,
But it’s only leaking.
„Oh baby,
If you’d only were with me,
Alone with me.“
He sighs,
The phone dies.
Smash.
The wind getting cold,
Laying in his hold.
Beach so quiet,
Without a riot.
All the time,
It flew bye.
All the memories,
Have burned like calories.
Hate,love,fear
Taste...
“Backstabbing bitch…I’ll cut your throat open, I’ll make you choke on your God damn blood!”
He screams at the top of his lungs, chasing her down the stairs, towards the back door. His knife gripped tightly in his hands, there will be no second chance.
No not this time, this time he’s gone mad. He’s gone psychotic on her now, the pain unbearable, unstandable.
His eyes wide, bloodshot, puffy, pa...
As the car closed, he murmured.
“This is getting too dangerous for both of us.”
Music playing in the car, it’s an old one. The lac almost getting off, vandel turns to his brother.
It’s been 8 years now since this…this shit. Vandel my only hope. And here we are, zombies and a hord of angry people, which want their guns back. But oh well, this is our life to survive. We only need each other, yet ...
(Tw: light mentions of Gore & abuse)
Starting from when she was little, the perfect little princess. Delicate, kind, gentle and well educated.
People love her, the kingdom respects her. The king long sick, his only heir to the throne, her. She always seemed to be the kind clumsy kind. She often baked, helped out in the kitchen or stitched dresses with her maids. She was called the sweetest of ...
I didn’t even know what was coming.
Storms, fetching in the air.
Causing all these lairs.
A bite, so powerful.
A scream so sour full.
Anger latching,
Skin scratching.
Who am I?
What’s this ?
Ah,
I remember.
My cage.
Caged away.
Not able to be cast away.
No breath used,
No person gettin bruised.
This keeps me in check,
This keeps us as a wreck.
Emotional peck for them.
Just to be seen as a...
Felt the sharp pain,
Drop,
Dropping to the floor.
My blood dripping down.
I look down,
everything’s red.
It’s staring to become white.
My breath hitches,
The part stitches.
I feel the longing.
More,
I need more,
Give me more.
Pain, as sharp as thousands knife’s,
Yet longing.
A longing,
For something so impure.
I need it,
It’s calming,
Reframing it,
So twisted.
So twisted to seek comfort,...
Blue, when I see the color blue
I see my name, I see my tears.
I see the sorrow and the fog,
It’s strong and doesn’t let me look through.
I forgot.
A long time ago.
What was it again, this name?
This name I choose,
I believe to help me see who I am.
But now, I’m lost.
Lost in this endless fog.
In this labyrinth of despair,
To find myself.
But who am I?
What is this personality I try to find ...