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Angel-Hellion

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide
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The Rain

The rain will wash away my sins And I will come out, alive again Breathing fresh air once more Feeling the life return to my veins The rain will wash away my pain And take with it my shackles Binding me to this downward spiral I will resurface from the depths The rain will wash it all away And I will be left standing there Free from guilt and shame To go on my way once more I will be haunted no more By blackened visions of the future Of myself and my surroundings My tablets will be clear I will not be a blank slate I have gone too far for that But may I be released From the burdens I am carrying May the rain dissolve the b

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173 deviations
Literature

The Rain

The rain will wash away my sins And I will come out, alive again Breathing fresh air once more Feeling the life return to my veins The rain will wash away my pain And take with it my shackles Binding me to this downward spiral I will resurface from the depths The rain will wash it all away And I will be left standing there Free from guilt and shame To go on my way once more I will be haunted no more By blackened visions of the future Of myself and my surroundings My tablets will be clear I will not be a blank slate I have gone too far for that But may I be released From the burdens I am carrying May the rain dissolve the b

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162 deviations
Literature

Bloodred

I fall apart at the seams As I tug at the stitches in my heart How long will they last? Till they fall apart? If I tie a ribbon Crossways on my wrist Will it bring back the days Where bloodred dripped off my fist? Will it bring back the feeling? Because I need it, so damn bad If I sit in the dark until I think I'm a ghost Will that mean I can be dead? I need that feeling of removal I need to feel I'm fading away Because otherwise, Ill simply be gone one day If I write all the words That I never let myself speak aloud In bloodred writing on myself As the worlds loudest silent shout If I find a way to let it out If I carve

Poetry

124 deviations
Never Leave

Photography

16 deviations
Literature

Signs of Life

I found you, somewhere online, and I'm not sure how to feel It's been years since I saw any sign of life from you And I think I may have preferred it that way Not that I would want you dead, but, not knowing was comforting somehow Now it's there, in front of me, I find myself coming up empty I didn't expect to find you, why did I even try? Is there some sort of masochistic kick I get out of this? Throwing everything you've in my own face? There were days where I did nothing other than try To remember every single detail that I knew of you There were days where I cursed you, yet longed for you Though I can say pretty safely that the

Scraps

34 deviations