To some people.To some people, it’s called breathing.To some people. by MikkiMarie
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness.
To some people, it’s called life.
There’s no such thing.
When Justice Kills All ~ SerodousWhen Justice Kills All ~ Serodous by Serodous
I was adopted into a world of cold and sickness
The world around me, an open wound to a plague
I know it's weakness is fear of death
But throughout all suffering, the plague knows best
My skin and bones were formed from this earth
The bleeding, the dying, evokes but life
I evolved from the dirt, and the leaking from the clouds
Now all I can do is smell the world burn down
Words can save me from my own fate
But birth has plagued me with these mistakes
The time I wasted juggling lives
Lead me a demon, my life's demise
We were given the freedom, the power of will
Bound down by society, secrets and skill
Made to feed one another's weak repressed mind
Though I thought life was blind...
I was adopted into to timeline now
Where I was forced to crawl and learn to bow
It's almost fun to put this glass into my skin
As if this plague was my permanent sin
What makes me toss and turn at night
Is the screams of people living in fright
And I'm waiting for the day human's fall
The day we let justice k