He's the local mail guy I grew up knowing
The one they never told me had no kid
The guy in whose hands you'd never miss a pin
That's the local mail man, the one whose destiny was someone else's meal
They dumped him
Yes, his dreams dumped him...
#EnjoyTheDark is coming out soon.
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Melody as the only remedy
The piano keys are the only keys out of apathy
So break me through
Maybe I'll forget this agony
#EnjoyTheDark will be out soon 🔥
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The dupe in the young boy's heart asks of why his dad is always quite in the evening from work. Why he battles the statement "You look tired today" every single morning and sets for his job. He believes that's how a man is; that's how men are supposed to be...
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You enjoy without me
You lie on soft ground, enjoying the peace without me
You're underground, not breathing but happy
Never knew six feet would be this far
Never knew it would rip my heart out this bad
You took the best of memories; left me with nightmares
Never knew six feet would be this far
Far enough just to hear you in my dreams
It's never been like it used to
All the weeps at night, wonder whether you shed tears for me
Lying of that peaceful ground, do you weep of our past
Our memories, all that which was to last
But you left; the ground called and you, quick to decide
You sleep without me
You weep not of our past
Never knew six feet would be this far...
I'll shout it out at your graveyard
I'll get flowers for you, just for all that we had
But not weep again, you choose this early enough
To leave, without prior warning; no goodbye
You like the soft ground
Lying without distruption
Six feet truly is far
Never knew it could be this far...
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It's Christmas. The female medical student and the young comrade engineer are having an argument at the family meeting. "There's no creativity in medicine," the medic is complaining. "There's no 'body to body' interaction in engineering, it's all machines," the engineering student only says this out of comfort for the latter.
The naughty little cousin at the far couch is smiling at the two words; creativity and interaction. His mind is like, "Let these two cousins not create something more interactive that it should be."
It's Christmas and the Gen Zs are having a nice time. So nice.
EnjoyTheDark is here
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A joke from Lucifer...
Holding the body of someone you love who has committed suicide is easy. All you have to do is sit there waiting for the paramedics with the hope that you're wrong.
I think the word tragedy should be redifined; "That which is impossible to overcome."
Lucifer thinks he's funny.
Well I think the morning star is not actually a real star...
EnjoyTheDark is here...
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It has taken over time
Time is now its ally
Reminds it when we're least aware
Sharpens its blades and ponder on us
Regrets; our destiny to wail and our bodies clobber
We hate it. We hate its bond with time
Death settled on the short hand of my alarm clock
Corrupted its mind, would wake me up at midnight
Nightmares of all sorts, my clock would smile at the fear
Death is ugly, its face fogy
Takes everyone away, claims their time ended
Only wonder why time is here, this was once our friend
Using its name in times of distaste
Time snitched on us
Time hides behind those dark clouds
Sells us to the demon in mold
Time snitched. It did
Took over time
They're now friends, perfect cling
Obsessed of taking away dreams, maybe time is unaware of the contract it signed
Death struck while we wail in time
The dark magic is ugly
But time, time is a snitch.
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Drunk text
How 'mighty' is that power
To drunk text, reveal all truth without fear
I drunk texted her last night
Now I'm single; broken but can't complain
That's what it did to me
Gave me courage to say what I had in chest
Until I broke someone to mere pieces.
How deceiving is the power
To drunk text
And drink all your love away
Not out of thirst but mere stupidity.
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And When...
When the ever joyous and charming priest of our local village church died of what was later found out to be suicide, all the atheists who had never seen the church doors claimed it was the devil's work.
Depression...
Depression had a question though;
What if, what if his joy killed him?
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There are things they don't talk of
Shadows they battle in silence
Ideas we only wish we could unlearn
From the darkness we run
And escape from these fights
But somehow the chains drags you back
And makes you believe you'd find all that you lack
It's all darkness, it's all silence
Talk not of your fears, you're a man
Need to be steady and in control, that's all a 'perfect' society is
Masculinity is nailing us on hard wood
Deeping us to the ocean bottom, we can't breath
Society has become our threat
Preaching masculinity while we choke in it
Things they don't talk of, such
Darkness and silence
All wankers are ghosts; the pedophilic priest is talking
All introverts are addicts to coitus; that's the holy nun saved after ten years of being a striper
Judges of the our chains there
They define darkness as our fault, not our nightmares
Things we battle without their knowledge
We run from darkness, but the chains allow us not
So we continue to lie in the dark
Until it becomes part of us
Until we find happiness in it.
And get lost forever...
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It's dark
Sore hearts
We wail not out of pain but mercy
We ask of what he did
Why so early he had to go
Death doesn't smile, no smug
The dark magic knows not mercy, ponders on the blood of us feeble
He sets with the sun and pretends to slumber
Then attacks when we all lie tired and unaware
Sore hearts
We wail for the lost faith
We deserved a proper goodbye
The best smiles come in the last of days
Best memories are truly a sign, why'd you never tell us
Saw the dawn in you, said your dreams would change the world
Then it heard you; darkness sharpened it's blade and struck
Made you leave so early, didn't care of earthly tasks
Our hearts are sore
Tears of mercy
Throb...
It could have been me
It could have been him or her
It chose you and we talk not of it
Because whenever we do that; it hurts even more...
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