ATROCIOUS
Does it have to end this way?
Making lies for the unsacred redemption
This world that is painted gray
Leads to our own forsaken damnation
Pandora's box has been set free
I was held prison, now tainted
Truth be told, I'm below empty
My hunger cannot be sated
The language of thorns are on the loose
Nightmares has begun, jamais vu
Be the "it", rendering fools
Living up to it's name can be cruel
Even so, I am beyond repair
Begging, rescue and fix the once me
But for the likes of us, "it" is always unfair
Truly justice is the sole key
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A human eye that has seen through our pitch black world has the vogent vision of what you're trying to convey. It is said to be the window to the human's soul.
It's job is to show you the reality of things, wholly and clearly. Focusing on important events and blurring on what's insignificant.
She lived her entire existence feeling isolated and unwanted. Breathing and leaving because it's the only option. People condescending, feeling entitled to do awful things to her.
But...
We are all humans. Created by the same God and the light that gives us morning, the darkness we see at night, it all falls equally to everybody.
So, please.... save me...
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Adelaide's Notes
Short StoryThis story is written to commemorate someone whom despite of all her hardships in life, chose to smile and face them head on. Feeling no fear, she strutted in the battlefield befitting a queen. The girl who hopes not to be trivial, she is Adelaide H...
