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HauntedThe house was silent save for my own disturbed ridden thoughts and the wind knocking at the windows. Everyone else had gone out, and I was left alone.
I wanted it to be this way. They needed some time alone together, and I needed to be alone myself. This was the night I had planned it, and yet, I was at a loss of how to actually execute my own demise, even when it came down to two options.
My bed was littered with paper - the product of a sad attempt at numerous suicide notes, a few razors that had been knocked onto my bed from my own movement, and my father's revolver with a single bullet by it's side, all laid about me.
The stinging, fre
Island Above the Sea i don't need your saving devices,
i'm fine, you see, i'm defined by
the brand of slants you call words
- a name
so you can keep me close;
a barcode to identify me.
"who are you today?"
my head is split, maybe open,
but i'm hoping that you can fix it
since this world became
where trends turn into
floods of addiction.
intoxicate me with your tidal
fluids - i can drown in this
liquid riddle of hateful
my body is infected by the septic
you planted in me.
transplanted tides rush through my mind
turning timed thoughts to mush.
'why am i falling in this ocean?