CinnamonA sweet stream of smoke Lazily drifting off the flame Throughout the room, diffusing quickly Carrying the sweet scent of cinnamon wax Slowly engulfing the room Like a drug, taking your mind As you loose controlCinnamon
To yet another candle
Life Pushes to DeathCan’t understand life It pushes and pushes Never stoppingLife Pushes to Death
Continuing to push There is nothing left to give But it only pushes harder
Those who started sane Go insane Suicide is a common choice
For this, it is said Life pushes to death
HellAlone at last End has come Life is running lowHell
My purpose
Unknown
My friends Gone My love Dead Now what do I have left?
Everything you ever gave me
Burns in this hell you made me
For you Creating hell is fun Living in it sucks
After molding hell Breaking me Combining the two You took off Before the end result was through
The Necessary TranslatorWe metThe Necessary Translator
Many moons ago Third grade to be exact
Now we have melted Molded together Forming one person
One secret
Have I ever kept Torment in itself
Now I keep two My feelings
I cannot share
I know You would be The necessary translator
I cannot bear Cannot bring myself to share If only I understood
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