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Prisoners woes:

You are the monster that I see at night,

The thing that haunts me in my dreams.

You are a beast,

Living to consume,

The horrid and rude.

You live for extravagance,

And quiet secrets,

Hiding your evil deep within.

[VERSE 1]

In shadows cast by pale moonlight,

You emerge, a monster of the night,

A haunting presence in my dreams,

A beastly figure, or so it seems.

[VERSE 2]

You thrive on darkness, consuming all,

A voracious appetite, standing tall,

With horrid manners and rude demeanor,

Your existence, a dreadful arena.

[VERSE 3]

Within your heart, secrets reside,

Hidden depths where evil does hide,

Extravagance your sole desire,

Fueling the flames of your wicked fire.

[VERSE 4]

But fear not, for I will not cower,

Against your darkness, I'll find power,

For even monsters can be tamed,

By love and kindness, they can be reclaimed.

[VERSE 5]

So let us strive to see beyond,

The outer shell where darkness spawned,

And seek the good that lies within,

To banish the beast and let light win.

Toothache

Mirror mirror why do you show

The train that can’t be coming that slow

I feel the rumbling under my feet, in my bones and in my teeth

Mirror mirror why do you lie

Showing me a girl when I can’t fly

I feel the ache, the tears and all I’ve ate

Mirror mirror why have you forsaken me

Why don’t you show me what I could see

I see your cracks and blood and flack

Mirror mirror what have you done

What can I do to make us one

I see them here, dead and free

Why do I see them in your face, but only death stares in my place

Hi! Op Loki here in the explain-inator! Welcome those who are curious enough to step foot into the ‘keep reading’ box! I suffer from insomnia and occasional hallucinations during said insomnia episodes, which often can be somewhat useful in helping me pinpoint which part of my mental state caused this little bout of insomnia. Recently (for when I wrote this) I’ve been suffering from bodily autonomy issues due to my education’s strict policies and many people demanding my time and effort for their own conveniences. I usually have a hard time saying no to these people because they’re usually closer to me, and it got to the point where it was like ‘hold on a minute, this is *deadname*, not Legion/Loki’. When I thought about myself. And, well, the hallucination wanted to highlight the unstoppable passage of time, my autonomy issues, and the inherent dysphoria that comes with being LGBT in general. And, to do that, it chose time, mirrors, and vampires. But who am I to question- would this be Apollo? Thanks, Apollo, ik I’m still new to worship, but this helped. A lot. And Ares, for giving me the strength to fight.

One of us is dead.

It's dark outside, it's dark inside

I woke up from the crash without you beside.

It's dark outside, it's dark inside

All I can feel is my hand covered in blood that's dried.

A blaze of light, an ear-splitting screech

Before I could grasp, you were out of reach.

A blaze of light, an ear-splitting screech

While we desperately try to hold on to each.

The world upended, everything still

What just happened? Was it real or just a drill?

The world upended, everything still

A feeling down my spine, is it blood or just a chill?

I lay there, feeling the time cease

Exhausted as the pain increased.

I lay there, feeling the time cease

Wishing I could just sleep in peace.

Days skip ahead, Weeks skip ahead,

You don't see the tears I shed.

Days skip ahead, Weeks skip ahead,

You don't hear a word I said.

I lose count, Time skips ahead,

And I realize one of us is dead.

The worst thing you ever did was to make me believe I could be loved

Thorn to my rose

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In a room full of strangers, our eyes met in secrecy.

With that striking smile of yours, you simply just ended me.

Gently whispered words killed me more than any poison could.

Loved you way too fondly than any lover ever should.

In frightened voice and shaky hands, I was scared to lose you.

In granted lives and afterlife, I was never meant to have you.

What is life anymore, if not just the absence of you?

Had to watch you bleed to death, what is even left to lose?

Once again in life I am terrified to let you close.

You were my known ruin. A lethal thorn, my gentle rose.

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Is it normal to grieve yourself?

And still yearn the grief?

To know you'll be eternally hurting,

Why is it such a relief?

I implore the great old oak, she who holds knowledge; she who holds power.

I implore the great old oak, forgive me; forgive us.

I implore the graceful cherry blossom tree, he who vigils life as death; he who makes the violence art.

I implore the graceful cherry blossom, stay with me; do not fleet from us as life does

I implore the soon barren earth, hold my hand; guide us to our fate

I implore the soon barren earth, she who mothers; she who guides

I implore the blinding sun and silent moon, they who shine; they who lead time

I implore the blinding sun and silent moon, do not stop the chime; judge us all for our greatest crime.

I implore she who holds power, he who makes art, she who mothers, they who shine.

Please forgive and be confined.

Please guide and flow time.

crush it.

i hold violence in my hands so i can crush it.

like citrus in a damn Sunkist,

i love it.

rinds of benevolence just can’t cut it.

can’t quit this;

can’t rise above it,

cause the juice is worth the squeeze.

poisoned orange intravenously,

fruit of the poisonous tree;

peel back what’s inevitably

flowing cold inside of me.

my anger chills righteously—

hellish from the seventh to ninth zone.

so-da freeze’s frigid to the depths

of my spinal bones

close to my heart;

can i kill the bicarbonate spark?

so-di-um salt tears can’t boil over

as acid starts to depart,

leaving a mark.

like angry chem-trails grieving the sky;

sickening all

that can’t bear to say goodbye.

pop another top, squash it with a sigh.

addicted to the misery, to the high—

to sugary sweet trickery,

and i don’t know why.

-kalika

today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death

Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up

grim appetite for the full dark night

-s's.

carry me to the test

you have a dragon fire breath

you, with the light

and it shone through just in time

-s's.

Drink

from the poison bottle

sink

deeper into darkened depth

porcelain faucet

well kept kitchen

soft stench

portrait

baby smile

Rage

I see so much rage around us.

I stand amidst the boiling flames.

The fire in my heart longing to join in.

Like some twisted battle royale.

So much fury in this world.

Rage at the state of the Earth.

Rage at the state of every nation.

Rage at the state of Artificial Intelligence.

Rage at the state of the human species.

Rage at those who do not fit our version of reality.

Rage at those who speak what we see as falsehood.

Rage at those who cover up our version of truth.

Rage at those who rewrite.

Rage at those who lie.

Rage at those who are truthful.

Rage at anyone who doesn't agree.

We gather our forces, storm at each other

Seeing nothing but enemies to destroy

Our 'truths' are our missiles

Honed by curse words as fuel

With others' opinions as the target

Like some kind of shooter game

But in our blind, all consuming, feral rage

Like the primordial werewolf of old

We forget who throws the coals upon the kindling

Who writes the code of the game we play

Who watches us fight in the gladiators' arena and laughs

Who played the cards of Division Division Division?

Placed us into factions to play this Hunger Games?

If we do not quell this rage,

We will be as ashes

Nothing left to fight about.

When there is no-one left to fight.