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Let Them Have Their Laughs

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You always knew how to make me tick, you were a machine taking me back in time.

You swore me to secrecy in dark alleys, then covered yourself up like a gory crime.

You spoke at them with the roaring conviction of someone who has not been doing fine.

Despite my reality collapsing like an ivory tower, I still stayed loyally by your right side.

I put my hair up before I left the apartment to defend you and your barely scraped knees,

I walked the roads of shame with your name on my sleeve, carrying it like a past due fee.

I did not know the dry skeletons in your closet have not known one moment of peace.

Despite all their sticks and stones breaking my limbs, I held onto you like Achilles.

They watched as I spilled blood and guts over the pavement, they rolled their eyes.

They knew I was just another one of your toys, lost in love, completely hypnotized.

They let me fight off your nemesis, they did not even try to cut your ropes and ties.

Despite knowing that, I let them have their laughs, just like the last couple hundred times.

-JW

The Manor Chose To Keep Its Silence

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The silence begged me to say by its dim bedside for a moment more.

With its last gurgling breaths, the manor started rotting from the core.

Dirty floors oozed orange and brown puss in the decorated rooms,

The stench was strong enough for the nearby trees to reverse all bloom.

The sounds of the street chimed in like roaring lions looking for prey,

And I could have chosen to fight – but instead I hid my body in the hay.

I watched them devour people, I tasted the blood they volunteered.

The noise grew too loud, so we abandoned those we held dear.

At night I sneaked through the halls, looking for the place silence died.

I thought I remembered the chamber, however, it leaked lullabies.

My thoughts whirled like dust in the wind as I slowly took a step back.

The music came in from every corner, it painted my vision black.

When I finally came to, I could not open my eyes or escape the trap.

My hands were tied behind my back, and a white cat sat in my lap.

Two gargoyles guarded the entrance, stoically holding me hostage.

They knew as well as I did, these captors are cruel to impostors.

For the next five hours I blurred the line between sleep and awareness.

Whenever I woke up, I lost the feeling that I could be fearless.

I heard those villains laughing at me through the chamber walls,

And the sound of their raspy voices made my every emotion small.

When they finally came for me, the manor chose to keep its silence.

It burned down by my side, crumbling under the pressure of tyrants.

They poked out my eyes and cut out my teeth with dull and rusty blades.

As the empty eye sockets leaked crimson, all my fears started to fade.

I dreamed about silence, I prayed for tranquility, just a moment more.

With my last quiet breaths, the sun washed away the horror and gore.

-JW

Voiceless

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The voices that haunt me are deliberating in the corner.

I bet by Monday they will have fresh lies to tell me

And a better plan for getting me to the coroner.

My consciousness is floating in boiling charcoal debris.

As the voices sharpen their crooked yellow teeth,

I struggle to say a word, I struggle to breathe.

They approach me with crosses, raining blood on my bed,

And stare in disgust mixed with vain satisfaction

When I silently whisper, “I would rather be dead.”

The voices that haunt me are screaming my every thought.

I bet by Tuesday they will quiet me down

And dance in the ashes of all the fights I have fought.

-JW

Unwritten Dreams

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I live in fairytales composed by a violent author.

She paints me in white and calls me the martyr.

The milky shades run down my skin in harmony

Until her undying ink becomes a part of me.

I live in fairytales burned at the witching hour.

Thirsty flames turn all my sweet endings sour.

Screeching gasoline runs down my skin in agony

As my unwritten dreams become their own parody.

-JW

Take My Guilt As A Deposit

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There’s always at least one storm brewing in the distance, and I keep it that way.

Trouble seems to find me too easily, so I only wish for just one more day.

But unless I see the dark clouds forming by the horizon, I cannot go on.

The horror is like music to my ears, and I cannot help but sing the song.

They call me a masochist when it comes to proving everyone else wrong.

I see the correlation and I don’t fight it; I’ve nurtured it all summer long.

The shadow creature within my chest keeps feeding on uncertainties.

It never controls me, no, it only gets fed when I do as I please.

When it comes to self-sabotage, I’ve never met anyone quite like me.

I’m the perfect tirage – they taste the wine, then destroy my psyche.

There’s a storm in the distance, there always is, and they say I cause it.

Trouble seeks me out in the darkest of places, takes my guilt as a deposit.

-JW

Forgiveness

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My axis spins around me whenever I drift away in my own thoughts.

The desire for life mixes with the last echoes of death,

And I forgive all the insecurities I once fought.

The sky stays still, it makes everything look easy, almost seamless.

I dream about my childhood, but nothing seems right,

Almost like I have always been Satan’s mistress.

The voices in my head make me scream from the steepest hillside.

All the energy I lose on petty things always comes back,

It burns alive in my chest, it stays inside.

And the pain doubles in size whenever someone dismisses my cries.

My axis obediently bends to the rising ocean waves,

And I forgive all of you who never apologized.

-JW

The Good One

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I used to know how quickly your eyes turned black when you spoke with your sins.

It was an honest battle until the very end,

Until you let them perish you and win.

I followed you down a hundred hidden rabbit holes to hold onto that last spell.

My intentions were wicked, I must admit,

But I did not lie when I promised to raise hell.

When you laughed, I smiled brighter than a scorching sun on Midsummer’s Day.

We buried each other in gilded affection,

We wrote our names in red clay.

I used to know that you are the good one, the one to return my long stolen peace.

It was an honest battle until the very end,

Until you put me back on my knees.

-JW

Escape

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I stole their ammo and ran away with the winds.

Wild animals followed me,

They carried my sins.

I hope they know I am not a traitor, I am not a fiend.

Whenever it gets dim,

I just level the field.

My shoes shattered under they venomous arrows.

But I kept running,

Sold my own bone marrow.

I stole their ammo and ran away with the winds.

Wild animals followed me,

They carried my sins.

-JW

Roadkill

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The anger flooded my basement and blocked the attic door.

It was the right time to leave,

But, as usual, I reached for more.

Now I am six hours away from the place I once called home

With no tricks up my sleeve,

Burning alive on an empty road.

You took me apart and then killed those I considered dear.

I can only grieve,

Kneeling obediently as the death nears.

The flames surround me, they form a crown above my head.

You branded me a thief

When I took back all I have bled.

And now the frames slow down, my vision grows blurry.

What an ending, so bittersweet,

The perfect allegory.

-JW

Perfectly Silent

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They kneel before me as I enter the city.

No knives, no boots,

Just some hope behind layers of pity.

I will never surrender, I will never cave.

This is my home,

No need for me to play this brave.

My dark thoughts work better alone.

The misery never leaves,

It whispers, curses and moans.

But I dream about my city when I sleep.

This is my haven,

This is the heart I wear on my sleeve.

And they kneel as I am ready to dive in.

No fear, no dreams.

Just some salvation, perfectly silent.

-JW