The Horrors of 2018

Respective Walls

Warning for self h_rm, s__cide, blood/gore, violence, t_rture, implied d__th, implied c____balism, cussing, and gruesome descriptions. The image is not suitable for everyone despite being censored.

(Whenever this chapter was edited, there was often a crisis taking place too. The note saying whether or not it's outdated will change from time to time.)
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theyre fucking gone

Enclosed between walls.

For some, it'd be better
to keep things in
and never have spoken
about such topics.

This was a time
where fucked up
was the worst case scenario
especially in times like these.

Thought taking a razor was enough, but it was time to set all bullshit in mind aside and approach the broken one.

It was horrible, we were worse, something should've been done but not a finger moved or voice spoke up, ashamed to say I was among them.

Rest long, Seghono, you did not in any way deserve this treatment. Many have failed you, but now it's the dusk's return and the bad news has arrived. It's too late, and no matter how many times you may receive an apology from me, or them, or any of us, the truth lies in a stone-shielded safe that cannot be accessed.

Time cannot rewind in any sense, and careless actions cannot change. If it were only possible, everything wrong would've been nothing but a figment of imagination.

Neresko is gone, and follow you. There's an aching urge to go back and stop the nonsense that should've been stopped a long, long time ago.

A warmth of any kind was what you subtly hinted you needed, but today's luck wasn't handed in, and to that, I hand an apology despite chances it might not reach you.

You were far past fed up, with all the rocks and pebbles thrown, each step was a hellhole to make.

Every part of you was flawed in a beautiful human way, but there were some that dared to say otherwise.

The most terrifying thought seeped into the clear; What happened next?

Either outcome would not be pretty. Dread courses through to think about your last moments.

Each person handles pressure differently.

From the seat you now take, may you judge us as you see fit,
for everyone has bitched in one way or another, and you were witness to a number of them.

Sever my limbs,
and hang them
upon meathooks,
right before my eyes.

Punishment is one
that cannot be avoided.

It does not discriminate,
so, who am I to be excluded?

Every cut from blade,
every salty, fresh tear
savor all you see
and do not hesitate.

Being the martyr
was enough.
It is your turn
to watch it all burn.

Hold the blade,
take the flesh on my bones.
One cut for every of your tears
until there is no canvas left.

Force us to live
off the dried remains
of what meat used to be
apart of us each.

Hold back your mercy,
it is clear none of us
are worthy to receive
such an act of kindness

After all you were put through.

The names of songs which you would once listen to, you've turned into the title.
Fly high, for you've been put so far down by idiots and morons alike. Take this chance as a newborn angel to gaze upon us and laugh back.

I'm truly sorry,
with guilt and shame
for not lending you aid
when I could've done so
and you were sitting with us,
blatantly in need, but shadowed.

Maybe you won't be alone up there,
even though the faces
that wronged you, so much
are the last you'd wish to see.

Your forgiveness is not mandatory,
for we've put you through too much
now the consequence has come.
As time passes,
hopefully you adjust well
to the new position you take.

Drain us through tears
tears that you shouldn't have shed,
but rather we should have.
Seghono, you won't be forgotten.

im deeply sorry sage
it was fucking short this time
but even safedays arent safe

ill see you up there soon then
because there needs to be more fucking time
to plan
two days isnt enough

deceptions of what this is have taken over every sense of logical thinking
so what does pain have to do with this