Do you remember the last time

sugar tasted sweet and not cloying?

An early evening in early March;

When spring hadn't yet lost its touch.

A sandpit with its magic intact -

Not yet a feral litter box.

Do you remember the last time

dreams didn’t settle into nightmares?

An unbottled intoxication

Brimming with hope,

Our invincible hearts built

Love stories on every note

Do you remember the last time

a walk in the rain was liberating and not soul-wrenching?

A gust of wild adventure

With hearts left asunder

The whole world and its stories

Wide open for our plunder

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A mother cries as her baby dies.

They say it was a hoax.

And that's all folks!

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Faultlines are spreading

Across your skin.

The camera zooms in

Searching....true beauty lies within.

We are idiots trapped in a Web

Dealing in lies, collecting debts

Setting fire with every little step

When will we realize?

This is the end.

Today I fight back. 

I am sitting here, waiting. I am armed and dangerous. Today I fight back. 

I am sitting here, waiting, armed with my weapon of mass destruction. 

If you dare to step in, I strike.

I cut you from left to right. 

I cut you open right up and left you to bleed. 

You don't steal me from me.

You don't take over me today.

I'm still all of me here. 

And I'll have it no other way.

I'll end it today, I'll end it somehow

I'll slice 'em open and let it all out.

You've held me long enough

You've starved me from the inside out

You've sunk your claws deep in my soul

And you've nestled down amidst all the hurt

I'm not scared, though.

I'm not scared to reach deep within,

Rip the half-healed sores open 

And prise you out from me. 

As the poison leaves my veins, all I can feel is the warmth, as it flows all over me, overwhelming my senses. My heart quiets down, my breathing slows down, and I finally know peace. 

You're a locked box

with jagged spiky insides

And I'm trapped inside 

with my eyes shut, fists clenched, breath held

Praying for a respite, 

To lie down, breathe in and open my eyes.

You surround me in the childhood lanes of nostalgia,

I am shackled to the bed 

And down, I'm held, by all the weight 

in the world. You're all 

the days when I beg 

For the pain, for the tears, 

for the crippling despair. 

But all I get is endless nothingness that is me. 

All I am is nothing.Until I am not.