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Oli Sykes of Bring me the Horizon em We Heart It.

His smile could cure an illness. He’s a singer, a song writer, a life saver. He’s my hero. This ladies and gentlemen is Alex Gaskarth.

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"It gets better."

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Ventilator Won't Let Me Go

Little beeping noises echo at the cliff edge of my mind, I'm searching for a source but empty caves are all I find. My chest is a cleared out bare drain, my senses have vanished I'm going insane. My body has moved forward, moved on, it is at peace while my brain is forced to run. It's become angry and restless my healer, my guide shows no kindness. I'm falling down these endless steps, so weak, dizzy, ill. The pain refuses to set. Time breaks away like crumbling stone, every forced breath reminds me I'm so alone.

CourteneyMe

(Via-Allpoetry.com)

http://allpoetry.com/poem/10677097-Ventilator-Wont-Let-Me-Go-by-CourteneyMe-adult

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Body of war

My foot is the knife that carved the trench floors, my knees are the bodies sacrificed to the law. My thighs are the bullets that saw through your skin, my hips are the strained twigs, so wasted and so thin. My chest is a cave for my blood and tears, my collarbones are stretched and sharpened like spears. My shoulders are full of pride whilst you fall in shame, yet my arms hang with guilt like a criminal with no gain. My hands caused the shatter of your glass walls, my finger pulled the trigger that crushed your souls. My lips rung the bell, my nose adapted to the smell. My ears heard the screams as hundred fell, my eyes watched the land morph into hell. My soul is a book full of scribbles and mistakes, full of stories about how innocence breaks. My mind will live on, maybe write a second book, become an artist or dancer, or learn how to cook. But my humanity will die here as a killer, I am a villain in this 5 star thriller. You fall to your knees, fall against the blood coated heaps. Your like a feather fallen from a wing, the fall of the eagle, the fall of your king.

CourteneyMe

(Via-Allpoetry.com)

http://allpoetry.com/poem/10674055-Body-of-war-by-CourteneyMe