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PiecesI lay strewn across the floorPieces by ~DarkMonk
Drowning in my own salty excretions
Trying to make sense of it all
Five years, four months
I look to the cracks on my rotting flesh
I look for answers and explanations
A long night of kisses and promises
Of hugs and broken hearts
The Gnats have decided to make of my body a home
The cavity that was once my heart will now serve to warm them and nurture them
Those same dreams that once filled my heart with joy and warmth
Now haunt my every waking moment and torment me
I've lost my guiding light and I can't seem to find my way
My way is what led me astray
I've fallen and I can't get up
My eyes see not
Of Goddesses and DecayI dreamed a dream of strange desolate lands. Of long, gray corridors with no doors nor windows. I was alone, both in person and spirit. My heart was heavy, my feet were anvils pounding at the bottom of the ocean floor. You were there, kissing my neck, trying to tell me everything is all right and that we'd get through this together. But, every kiss was like alcohol on a deep wound. It hurt, but I knew that it served to heal my fragmented heart. I came upon a vast, open field of dust and decay and collapsed. I could go no further. You covered me with your body and held me tight as you closed your eyes and laid one last kiss on my back. We meltOf Goddesses and Decay by ~DarkMonk
The Barehanded DefenderThe Barehanded Defender by ~DarkMonk
The boy’s fist felt like a ton of bricks packaged together with razor blades inside an old, heavy bag made of chain. Just a minute ago, the only blemishes on my face were those of sweat and raindrops. My face was now streaked with dark crimson ribbons of blood. My vision was clouded. The man standing directly in front of me, dressed in dirty jeans and an old Misfits shirt, was breathing heavily as he shook his hand in pain. It made me want to laugh to think how silly this boy looked, a dark skinned, spiky haired “punk”, he was dressed in uniform with the rest of his fellow “unique individuals”. The biggest contradict
TreesLeaves grow from a tree.Trees by ~DarkMonk
One tree, many leaves.
They come and go with the winds of change and time.
They are all connected by the one tree.
If one is hurt, they are all hurt.
Once in a while, a leaf is blown from the tree.
And this leaf travels far away from its brethren.
The remaining leaves feel an emptiness within them.
Such is the way of leaves and trees.
People and friendship is akin to trees and leaves.
One central bond unites several people.
People come, people go.
But, they are all connected by a common interest.
If one is hurt, they are all, in someway, hurt.
And, much like the leaf, one person is torn fro
Pain 
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