im always watching you. even when you dont think i am. im that voice in your head that never seems to leave, always leading you back to me, right where you belong.
when you think youre alone, ill be there lurking in the darkness of the shadows. observing. watching what's mine.
you think you want to escape?
no. never. youre too smart to even consider the idea.
you know damn well that once you try, ill find you then too. we're bonded in ways no one else can ever imagine.
youre mine. mine to love. mine to keep. forever mine.
and there will never be any chance of escape..
@dullpamphlet@prsk232 what's what i was thinking lmao. plus, a lot of celebrities use it as an appetite suppressant for weight loss due to being an amphetamine based substance
@CoffinsInBloom@Calicopuddin based on where your friend is from and the price of the commission, they could take this to small claims for recompensation. the artist's reply to you could be used as further proof of intent and as an identifier into their character which the courts absolutely love
she makes me wanna cut my heart out, carve her name deep into it, and hand it to her while it's still beating so that she knows it only belongs to her :3
old poem ig
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whispers of the damned echo through my brain
a cacophony of pain, an endless refrain.
the world outside is bright, yet in my heart,
a void of blackness, a shattered start.
memories of joy, now lost to time
fade like a ghost, a ghost from the past or sublime.
the sun rises high, the birds sing their song
but in my soul, a funeral dirge, strummed all wrong.
i see Death's face in every crowd i meet
his hollow eyes, a promise to release me from this meat.
the razor's edge, it calls to me like a siren
to cut, to bleed, to feel something, anything fierce.
the world moves on while I remain still
a statue of despair, a monument to my will.
to end it all, to break free from this hell
to find peace in oblivion, to bid this life farewell.
but still I hesitate, frozen in indecision,
a choice between damnation and an uncertain vision.
so i go on, a haunted soul, lost and alone,
tortured by demons no mortal could fathom or know.
the dark thoughts lurk in shadows of my mind
waiting to pounce, to drag me down, down to the end.
where death awaits with open arms, a black embrace
to snuff out the embers of my life, my tortured race.
i know not where i'm going, all i know is why
to escape the pain, to never feel, to never try.
but yet i'm here still breathing, still fighting the good fight
though in my soul, a war rages, a battle through the night.
so i put on a mask, a façade of cheer
hiding the darkness, the monster i fear.
for in the light of day, i must play my part
and keep my demons hidden, locked deep in my heart.
for they only come out, when i'm alone at night
whispering to me, tempting me with their delight.
to surrender to them, to let them lead the way
to end my life, to drift off to sleep and stay.
but still the morning comes, the sun rises anew
and i'm forced to greet it, with a brave face, a feigned "i'm fine" or two.
when really inside, i'm screaming, drowning in my pain
longing for the sweet release of death's gentle rain.
so i go on, a shadow of a person,
living a lie, a false life, a masquerade and plan.
for deep down i know, i'm not like all the rest
i'm broken and damaged, a monster in my own chest.
the dark thoughts lurk in shadows of my mind
waiting to strike, to sever my ties to humankind.
and i know it's only a matter of time
before i give in, before i lose the fight and climb.
over the edge of sanity, into the abyss below
where the demons wait, with their arms outstretched, as they go.
to welcome me home, to their dark kingdom and lair
where i'll drown in the dark, forever lost, without a prayer.
so i put on a smile, over my grave,
hiding the truth that i'm dancing with the raven
till one day i'm found, cold and alone, in my bed
with a note by my hand, and a bottle spilled on my head.
and all will be clear, my darkest secret revealed
the monster i was, the story of my life concealed.
for the dark thoughts lurk in shadows of my mind
waiting to claim me, my life, my body, my time.