Sad/Dark

Unheard Fury

What the poem is about:

“Me: I understand your anger bu-

Makayla: You don’t understand my anger!! If you did, you wouldn’t have gotten rid of me so easily.”

Her anger boiled like a stormy sea,
As she raged, “You don’t understand me!”
Her words sharp, slicing like a knife,
Bleeding out the pain of a severed life.

“I trusted you, I gave you my all,
And yet you let me go, like a forgotten doll.
You discarded me, as if I meant nothing,
Leaving me alone, hurt and suffering.”

Her fury burned with a fiery passion,
As she railed against this callous action.
“You don’t know me, you never did,
Or else you would have fought to keep me, kid.”

Her anger was raw and real,
A wounded heart that refused to heal.
So listen closely, and heed her plea,
And maybe then, you’ll truly see.

 

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Complex Web

The lyrics I portrayed in a song are from Introverted by Zotiyac. The lyrics are at the bottom.

I hope for the best, but don’t believe it
Trust is hard, and I’m not easily deceived
I keep my distance from others, no regrets
For I know the pain that comes from making bets

She trusted me once, but now I don’t know
The reasons why we drifted, why we let it go
Memories of our love, still fresh in my head
But the motives that changed, are still left unsaid

Long nights, arguments, and making up
Moments of passion, but never enough
I held her close, when she cried her tears
My shoulder wet, with the weight of her fears

She loved me, but I can’t believe
For my heart, remains hard to retrieve
Affectless, in the face of her affection
A shield I wear, to protect my reflection

Relationships, they come and go
Trust, love, regret, and woe
A complex web, that we all must weave
To find the balance, that we can all believe.

[Lyrics]
"I don't believe it, but I hope the best 
I don't fuck with people, so I leave 'em without no regrеt 
She ain't have to trust me and shе did, but 
I don't know the rest 
Start off unconditional become a different motive next 
Long nights embedded in my head that 
I ain't gon' forget 
Argue 'til we fuck, you cancel work and now we overslept 
Member I would hold you when you cry, it got my shoulder wet 
She just wanna love me, don't believe her so it’s no affect"
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Iris Stabber

Song quote: “Iris stabber with a glass, I’m collecting until the jar full” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac

With glass in hand, I pierce the iris,
A stab so sharp, a pain so timeless,
Emotions flow, a jar to fill,
Collecting until, it overfills.

A vessel of glass, to hold it all,
A treasure trove, of rises and falls,
The weight of it, a heavy load,
But I must collect, before it explodes.

My heart aches, my mind a mess,
Each shard of pain, I cannot suppress,
I gather them all, one by one,
Storing them away, until I am done.

The iris stabber, a tool I wield,
To hold my feelings, and never yield,
Until the jar is filled to the brim,
And I can finally breathe, and start again.

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Cloudy Corruption

Created March 21, 2023, 20:00 pm

 

A path once clear and true
Now veiled in misty hue,
A mind once sharp and bright,
Now clouded by a blight.

The whispers in the ear,
Lead down the crooked sphere,
The thoughts once pure and clean,
Now tainted by a sheen.

The choices once so clear,
Now shadowed by a fear
The steps once bold and sure,
Now stumble insecure.

The vision once so grand,
Now lost in shifting sand,
The life once full of grace,
Now stumbling in a daze.
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Bound by Chains of Twisted Affection

Created March 25, 2023, 8:19 am

A captive heart, held in a love so
strange,
a bond that twists and rearranges,
Emotions tangled, a web of intrigue,
A mind enslaved, unable to break free.

The captor's hold is strong and sure,
Promises of love, so sweet and pure,
But beneath the surface, a darker
force,
A spell of possession, a twisted course.

My heart beats for the captor's hand,
A willing slave to their command,
A love that seems so right, so true,
But beneath the surface, a different might.

The captor's grip is tight and firm,
A twisted love that makes me squirm,
A bond that feels so wrong, so right,
A prisoner to love's twisted might.

Oh, how I wish to be free,
To break the spell and finally see,
That this love is not what it seems,
A captive to a Stockholm dream.
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The illusion of oneself

created: March 25, 2023, 19:26

He wore a straight face every single day,
A fortress of strength, so it would
seem,
But beneath the surface, his mind
was decay,
And his soul was lost in a hopeless
dream.

The world he lived in was dark and
cold,
And each day was a battle he couldn't 
win,
But he hid his pain, so no one would
behold,
The tears that flowed deep within.

He could see the beauty around,
Or the love that was offered so freely,
But all he could feel was the hurt that bound,
And the weight of his pain so deeply.

Until one day, he broke down his shell,
and the truth he could no longer deny,
That he needed help, and he wore a 
frown,
As he accepted his depression with a
sigh.
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Perseverance Through the Darkness

I’m in the studio, spitting rhymes
Working hard, all through the night
Pushing myself, to be the best I can be
Persevering, through the struggle and strife

Every day, I strive to improve
Reflecting on my journey, in the booth
Analyzing my past, my present, my future
Growing stronger, with each passing suture

But sometimes, it’s hard to see the light
The weight of my dreams, feels like a fight
And though I’m proud of all I’ve achieved
The pain and sadness, cannot be relieved

I pour my heart out, in every verse
The pain and sorrow, can’t be reversed
I keep on going, through the thick and thin
Even though the darkness, tries to win

So here I am, standing tall and strong
Reflecting on my path, where I belong
I’ll keep on pushing, through the stormy weather
Persevering, forever and ever.

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The Devil’s Advocate

Created: April 1, 2023

In the shadows of the night, he lurks
A creature feared and reviled
Whispers of his deeds spread like murks
His very name makes the bravest child

They called him a monster, a beast
A creature of the dark and wild
But I’ve seen his true face, at the very least
This kid, he’s no mere monster, he’s the devil styled

His eyes, they gleam with an evil fire
His smile, a wicked curve of desire
His touch, a curse that never tires
His presence, the essence of hell’s entire

Yes, I’ve seen the truth, heard the whispers
This kid is the devil, the prince of sin
A darkness that never withers
A blackness that never thins

So beware the boy with the wicked smile
The one with the devil’s style
For he’s not just a monster, not by a mile
He’s the devil himself, with all his guile.

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Reflections of Darkness

Created: April 8, 2023

 

In the mirror’s reflection, Mixaku sees
The darkness lurking within, the evil that frees
Its taunts and smirks, a battle to fight
But Mixaku is determined to triumph and find the light

The darkness is a monster, a beast to tame
Threatening to take control, to bring only shame
But Mixaku fights with all their might
To keep the darkness at bay, and save their very soul’s plight

As the mirror shatters and the darkness fades
Mixaku stands triumphant, but still ever wary
For they know the battle may be won for now
But the war against their inner demons is never truly over, and how

With courage and determination, Mixaku vows to keep
Fighting the darkness, no matter how deep
For the monster within is a part of them
But Mixaku will keep fighting to find the light, to never condemn.

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Psychutals

Created: Feb 7, 2023, 12:30

 

Beware the Psychutals, demons from the abyss,
Who prey upon the weak and the depressed.
They enter your mind, and take control,
And tilt you down a dark and bottomless pit.

With the power to manipulate your thoughts and emotions,
They twist and turn them into dark devotions.
They feed upon your negative energy and pain,
Growing more vigorous as you slip further down the drain.

These demons lurk in shadows, unseen and unheard,
Their victims are too scared to utter a word.
For once they have you in their grasp,
You’ll lose your identity and your will to clasp.

They’ll make you feel hopeless and dreadful,
leading you to do dreadful things.
And as you become more and more entangled in their web,
they’ll drain you dry like a sponge on a rasp.

So beware the Psychutals, and their menacing might,
For they’ll consume you whole, and snuff out your light.

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