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Heathen

Bell Tower Glory.

Spark up in the darkness,
Getting high of the light.
Lap up the glory,
I'll live off the hate.

If I gave a damn,
I'd tell you straight.
Burning up in the trenches,
We're not fighting wars, just fate.

I need a little help here,
Help this spirit consuming power.
Forgot to remember,
Open up and devour.

Hollow laughter,
Ricocheting in my skull,
Wall to wall,
The echo repeats all.

Trench foot in my head,
Enslaved festering minds.
When will you learn?
You're to hollow to fill time.

Back up against the wall,
Pushed into a corner.
You live off the last fall,
The latter overpowers the former.

But the latter becomes former,
And chaos prevails.
I live for anarchy not chaos,
For this I am too grateful to tell.

Sit around campfires,
You sing songs wrought with love.
He smiles from the heavens,
And spits down from above.

Grateful to be dead,
I'd hate to be you.
Following like sheep,
You hate me and I despise you.

You can't understand!
You ****ing despise me!
Me and these foreign thoughts,
There is only one answer.

No, *42 was vague and humorous,
An attempt to dart the question.
So, from the bell tower, with my new friend.
The answer is coming…

A small lump of metal,
Travelling above the speed of sound.
BANG, through the skull,
Well, you ****ing noticed that didn't you?

*Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy.

 

Heathen

Recover, all faith is lost.
Life has a new meaningless.
Cycle back to a time,
Where I could stand.

Expectations so far above,
What was ever meant to be.
My soul bled and then you were there.
Forgot exactly what I was meant to see.

You cut fresh wounds into my mind.
I couldn't see what was right.
So I rolled over, stared at the sky.
Guess what? There was no light.

So I relied on hate.
A place to Recover.
When did you last breathe,
And feel life swimming in your veins?

I'm guessing you forgot.
It's so distant.
Cynical and begotten for life.
I wish I could remember.

I learnt an important lesson today.
As I lay down in the faeces of my mind.
It struck me.
Cast-offs from a distant time.

If only I could remember what the lesson was.
Maybe I could blank out these tortured wails.
Maybe I'd be able to scrape my consciousness from this cell.
Maybe I could see you again…or me…

…maybe…

Heathen

You narcissistic bastards.
Hide inside your shells and shout abuse from the cracks.
I'll wave a bloodstained, anarchist flag from a hill.
A hill made of the wreckage of your souls.
Bodies piled high to the heavens, 7 billion steps.
Disgust.

Hate me for who I am, not what I am.
Build a fortress of the razor blades of clear-minded youths.
They understand, you disillusion yourself,
With fake promises and lies to yourself and a man made god.
Did Moses walk down the hill or did he fall?
Talked to himself through (off topic drug) made fantasies while he was there.
He could feel the magic in the air; in fact, he could ****ing taste it.
But who am I to pull you all out of your blissful, ignorant state.
Disillusioned

The foundations and thresholds of your minds torn down.
Burnt and pillaged, leaving re-opened scars of doubt.
Rosy memories and thoughts turned dark and stagnant.
Ice-cold and frightening, sensations lifted to another level.
A level of irreparable doubt and disdain for all that is to follow.
Your minds are carved out of a golden blind faith.
I hate you, you narrow minded ****s.
Why can't you understand?
Un-life.

Heathen

So, what do you think? Post some of your own if you have the time.

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Heathen

Ok, some body gonna close this thread now?

 

vaya

dont take it harshly, man. hardly anyone responds to writing here unless its too absurd to let go, trust me i havent gotten many responses, but its enough for me to see how many people have read my sh(t. Feedback is good, but it cant always be expected.

But as we're in the same boat, why not, right?

Your writing is very dark, very provocative. I liked it. It's something slightly different and I respect that. I just dont have any dark writing to add, at the moment.

Continue writing!

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Heathen

Nah man, I was just wonderin if anybody else is into this sort of stuff. I love the way stuff like this can be raw, and honesty in it's most brutal form.

Untitled

eh, i wouldn't mind posting this on peom on this thread, but....eh....maybe its dark, I don't know. I tend to have lots of dark stuff.

I love your writing, its great stuff. we should all publish our stuff in a magazine like booklet sometime.

later

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disillusioned

Good stuff Heathen, maybe I'll get around to posting some of my stuff later. I don't know though I want to respect the rules of the board and at the same time don't want to censor my work. I guess I'll just post that fits in the guidelines. Anyways, like I said I liked your writing. Keep it up.

Global Warfare

I will fight.
I don't know why, or what for exactly, but I will fight it all.
And I won't give up, for anyone or anything. That is what I have decided from now.

And I think it will bring me down again. No, I know it will bring me down. But maybe that's for the best... after all, the magnificent phoenix rose from the ashes.

So why?

Self destruction? No... I'm not that selfish. Maybe because of the wall. Fight to keep it up, fight to keep it all outside.

Or is it an introspective war to keep it all inside?

I could end up trying to destroy my own principles and beliefs, purging them of the outside influences that creep through the cracks into all our insecurities, magnifying them exponentially.

Fight myself... an interesting though. Not fight me, but fight the me everyone else thinks I am.

Fight reality... is this what I'm doing already?

I'm scared to look inside myself for who I really am. Scared of what I could find. Scared of knowing. Scared of being human? Scared of finding nothing of any real worth...


Okay, it's pretty dark I guess. I wrote it after I'd had quite a few too many Jolts and I was depressed at the time, but I only just found it on my computer a few minutes ago so I think it's about a year old. Doesn't make much sense now that I read it again, but eh.

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