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Everyone

its something that consumes me,
shadows me,
loves me,
haunts me.
its that feeling in my gut as if my heart
is shattered
its that feeling you feel when your actions are no longer
your own
and your soul is taunted by energy unknown.
its different,
raw,
new and unsettling.
Let me be in my bed of sorrows,
I wish to be covered in darkness
and bleeding out contagious fumes.
I want the world to know my pain and suffering,
bring them to their knees, and let them feel this
energy inside me.
It must be quietly experienced.
I hope they walk the earth as if in a foreign country,
as if they have no idea why their comprehension is
blurred by the smog in their eyes.
I hope they hate the skies and curse the universe.
 
It starts off so small, a bad day or uncomfort within.
But that one small thing will lead to your death of a soul and purpose for life.
That one will make you hate whats becoming to you.
Its that feeling you feel when things start to go south.
That feeling as if your so small
even the atoms of our universe become
greater than bodies.
that feeling of hopelessness and timeless pain.
 
We wish upon our own misery and pray for the worlds torture.
With one single thought our world comes crumbling down
and our sun no longer shines.
we understand what it feels like to be angry,
mad,
furious and unhappy. But a feeling of relief
cannot be digested by the human heart.
The american dream has even become somewhat
of an idea of unhappiness.
only filled with money and fame,
something we only dream of
and cannot find success in.
we paint our fences in white to hide our frustration
and are discouraged once uncovered.
I do not know who or what we are, but one thing that is certain,
We understand the feeling of lonesome which does
nothing but bring us together and blindly tears us apart.

(2014)

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