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SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
GoldfishLove, you have the memory
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
Darling, wipe those tears awayShe sits in bed
On a lonely night
Late night thoughts floats above
Typical insomnia days
Her soft blanket covers her legs with warmth
Pillow sits up for security of her back
She listens to the music of comfort
The thought of him kills her heart
She begins to sob under the dark night
Darling, why you cry?
It is he whom she hurt
Guilt fills inside of her
The thought of him kills her heart
Darling, wipe those tears of yours
Please don't cry
Because I will cry if you do
Darling, cry no more
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Hide YourselfYou'll need red thread
You'll need to pretend
Not to bleed from their words
Sew up your feelings
Keep a smile
Act like you don't live in Hell
Do not cry
Do not frown
Do not sigh
Do not make a sound
Don't be sad
Keep your feelings on a shelf
Don't be mournful
Don't be yourself
Words UnspokenNo words ever find me,
At the Time When I need them.
If only I could make them see,
They're cutting me down at the stem.
I hate the words unspoken,
They so often leave me broken.
Yet I can write them on paper,
They come out now, then taper.
This 'now' is never the right time,
Every last thought is a crime,
Because I have to wait 'till later,
Before to my words I cater.
No amount of desire,
Can make these words fire,
From my mouth, like a cannon,
Like my words it's been bannin'.
These words are unspoken,
And my heart...has been smokin',
From the fires they started,
On this 'sea' left un-parted.
So I'm left flying poems like flags,
At this time when my heart drags,
Because I never spoke out,
Never said what I'm about.
I only had written them,
Which makes me tear at the hem.
I aspire to speak,
All these words unspoken.
A Poem for an Old FriendI haven't known you for long,
contradicting the title, I know.
But I might as well call you so,
considering what a big part of my life you are.
It's like you know everybody,
but you're nosy, so it's no surprise.
Butting in where you're not wanted,
but no one can be rid of you.
Everyday I have to carry
you on my shoulders,
while you whisper bitter nothings
in my ear.
But you are bitter, frozen
solid by everyone blaming you.
It's not your fault you're clumsy and spontaneous,
we've shaped you to be that way.
It's always your fault
when a girl is too skinny,
when a guy has too many piercings,
and we all say you act like the judge.
I'm not innocent,
I've done it too.
You're bullied, online and off,
and some open cuts I made bleed.
I think there were once
more of us
to carry you.
It was easier then.
But now hardly anyone
carries your weight,
and then people like myself
bear your brunt.
You're sad, and lonely,
no one likes you anymore.
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
I'm sorryI'm sorry .
What is saying that actually going to do ? Will you think my apology is heartfelt ?
No , of course not .
Why should I apologise if I am selfish . Surely selfish people don't apologise .
You never apologised ....
All those times you shouted , screamed and laid a hand on me you never apologised .
For all the times you made me feel like an insignificant piece of filth , you never apologised .
My only fault is trying to be who I want to be .
My only folly was believing that you would want me to be me .
My only downfall was not to come running to your every beck and call .
I am not going to be a mindless drone .
I will not wish to be taken from this plane of existance .
I will never be like you .
For that I am not sorry .
For that I will never apologise .
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