sillymoosetracks

Always used I'm good at taking abuse But this has pushed me to the edge Tearing my heart into nothingness You had torn down my walls Leaving me bare and all I had trusted you You pushed too hard Leaving more emotional scars There were warning signs of the hazardous state. Broken pieces Scattered about Only one option Picking up old ways Closing off the gate Solitude is my fate.

You may take what you want from me, Be it my pride or dignity. You may throw insults at me, And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity. You may belittle me, as much as you want, If only to make your meager life worth living. --- But even if you do all that... --- No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark. No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down. No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face, Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place... "Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"

You're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for. I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this: "Why is it that you find life to be worth living?" Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious? To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse. Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling, Hearing the clock tick on toward morning, And yet you lie awake. Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake... Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism. Or do you look at the news and the state of the world, And genuinely fear for your safety? Now, if it were me that you had asked my de