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The consumer

She eats up her sleep

Sucks away the darkness of the night

In the glow lays in a heap

untold stories of profound glory

Some might be a bit gory

But the joy of the conqueror lies strong

A tale in her eyes

Her eyes-

Browned with age but sparkling none the less

Her countenance solid

Yet she had no face

She had consumed her fears

And produced many things from it

The wrinkles give an image

Of beautiful life at play

Both past and to come

The power of a warrior

Embarking always on a sailors journey

With the destiny of an adventurer

Her voice became a song

A rhythm with so much melody

From her story comes the source of joy

Nothing was ever a vain cause


My mind is in a blank place

After anger and sadness had merged together

Creating an emotion I had never dreamed of

Making room for lack of hate or lack of love

Just there

Existing calmly on the surface

After the world has toyed with my emotions

Telling me this,then telling me that

Calling me weak

Yet insisting I be strong!

Insinuating that I am magical for lasting this long

When I was just a regular being

Forced to act tough

I have been broken

And cannot be any longer

Like fine sand,my pieces lay

Bound together again

by apathy

Only by my apathy,oh my apathy…

Blue hearts

Their hearts are blue

They were robbed of all their love

Cold fragments as feeling remain 

Drained of all compassion

Because they were never given any

They are now like walls

A shield,expecting only the worst

A remolded transfixed human

Created by the society that tried to break them

But they were unbreakable

They only lost their warmth

And became colder and colder

Till they became like robots

Tempest of emotions

It feels like my humanity is disintegrating
till there is nothing left
And when that happens I will laugh
Because the world had won
but I’m about to have my all round victory
So yes,I’ll love to be broken more
So my darkness will shine with the light
And I’ll be better than I’ve ever been
Thanks to the unrestrictions of the disassociation that was forced upon me