[yourwillisweak]

Have you felt forgiveness?

Do you see light?

Did you glean some purpose from this momentary life?

Serpents in the garden

Poison in the wine

Even fallen creatures touch the divine

Wake up

Do you see light?

Wake up

Are we out of time?

Wake up

Don't let it pass you by

Don't breathe in this disease

Born from the flowers of despair

Don't speak

They're listening

To every single word you say

Wakе up

Don't lose another day

Wake up or you'll bе swept away

In rivers of nihil

[yourwillisweak]

your faults imprinted on me

on display for everyone to see

I peer into vacant rooms

I question what they mean,

if anything at all;

you stay behind a screen

for three years you've been gone

I'm scared to admit sometimes I'm- (used to it)

hit by grief, missing you

despite all you've put me through

so much to fix, so weak to change

your memories continue to remain

another year passes

someone dies

muted aches and farewells too soon

more to come on unsuspecting afternoons

something lingers between you and I

dampened echoes

laughter and love

anger and resent

parent and child - father and son

I just wanted to thank you for the good you've done

and say,

happy birthday

[yourwillisweak]

the tailor

skin pricked, prodded, and poked

this suit of flesh made bespoke

tattered pieces sewn together

some shine like satin

others worn like leather

thread that binds yet stretches

seams burst as others tighten

an unsightly shape I cannot escape

swallowed down years

a life mired in fears

a lack of love

an abundance of loathing

by my own hands I've made this clothing

[usafphantom-2]

F1M Pete

@MatsudaHI via X

[yourwillisweak]

Immature indignation at meaningless matters

Attachment no one asked or cared for

Petty and worthless

Like the rest of you

I only want an antidote to the numbness

[usafphantom-2]

Ki-84 aircraft in flight, date unknown

@VoicesofWW2 via X

[yourwillisweak]

soil me with these earthen musings

brought up from spaces of drifting feelings

melodies of dreamt fantasies fill the space between my ears

but I'm pulled no further away from my fears

I'd drown myself in cosmic harmonies

ones in which I could see myself be

something that doesn't ache with every moment;

each step breaking me down

a desire to exist and connect

but a mind that always keeps you trapped

[yourwillisweak]

Grey sequences stretched over the hours

Flash by in a morning's moment

Unlived lives subconsciously spoken

But no one is there to listen

[yourwillisweak]

Heaven's radiance casts down on the sunken soul

That aches for a splendor sent from up above

Cries go unanswered, God nor man willing to chance him

Abandoned amongst the fraying pines

He looks toward the grayed out sky to find it was only a lie

I've been here before, I've yet to truly try

To find what will set my soul ashine

[yourwillisweak]

I'd scream to crack the sky asunder

Soil the heavens with earthen dismay

The hands of the Gods that made us from clay

Now tethered with humanity's fated, saccharine blunder

Your destiny is wrought with pain

Full of ignorant pride in a you that spits empty words

Into dead grass that will never see itself green again

Wilting intoxication

Bleeding infatuation

The Gods taste of a sickening crimson iron

That once brought life, but now rings foretold destruction through a rusted, wailing siren

Warnings unheeded, fallen on deaf ears

A lifetime of pain felt year after year

I'll make you suffer with me in this torment

If only to bring you close to me for the moment

[yourwillisweak]

Pages of memories turned by a hand I can't control

Their image erased away, but outlines remain

Misread lines returned to over and over again

Numbing the mind, letting it drown away in this anesthesia

I'd ask God to return to a time when things were better

It never existed

Brought to my knees, prostrated before all that has weighed me down

Begging for respite, for salvation

Caustic habits and thoughts that burn away newborn confidence

Please love me

Please look at me with want

Guide me to a place called home

No

[yourwillisweak]

No matter the outward progress I make, inward I feel as if I'm still stranded where I've always been.

"Maybe we can never change, all we do is hurt"

[yourwillisweak]

I'm sorry

[animepopheart]

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[yourwillisweak]

scorch the soul

gut the heart

crush the mind

wring this husk dry

withered, pathetic

will burnt to ash

a sickly, sobbing mess

voided of any resemblance of humanity

in vain I'm grinded down

I can bear more

I will crawl on these fractured, failing limbs

no one to be my crutch

no one to be my guide

to a place where I can stand

[yourwillisweak]

I'd do anything to be set free by you, from you.

A sickening lack of pride. The will to grind these bones to dust to earn your adoration, your love. To boil away the blood that gives shape to nothingness.

If only I could reconstruct myself in your image.

Sever the ties, cauterize the festering wound, but the infection persists, spreading throughout these failing limbs.

The mind and its memories stay intact, untouched, pristine and pure. The hatred that tries in vain to burn your indelible mark away.

Moments lying alone, panicked, afraid of the future. Afraid that any step forward keeps me right where I'm at.

I reach out to your outstretched hand, the reassuring warmth of your embrace and voice bringing me back home. I come back to. Vision blurred, cheeks wet. Alone, panicked, afraid. You're nowhere to be found. I won't let myself find you. You've long since been gone anyways.

[yourwillisweak]

The physical manifestation of that which I can become is just beyond my grasp; my fingertips briefly grazing the self love and want I desperately desire. Yet, the unshakable feeling that I continue to drown in my own self doubt and pity ceases to fade. Old habits consume my actions and thought patterns; my mind and body have long become numb to the routine so deeply ingrained mentally and physically.

Fight goddammit and keep weathering the storm.

The suffering is far from over.