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Hey you.
Yes you with the sharpened tongue
And the smoke-stained soul.
Still playing god in shattered mirrors,
Still digging graves with every word you stole.

Tell me
When is enough truly enough?
When the crowd stops clapping?
When silence replaces the echo of your name?
Or is it only when you’ve burned every bridge
And stand in the ash, screaming
For someone else to blame?

How does it feel
To look in the glass
And see the monster
Wearing your face?

There were voices once
Warm, golden, forgiving.
Now there is only
The ache.
The static.
The hollow-footed echo of choices
You were too proud to break.

Do you feel it yet?

That creeping rot behind your smile?
That rust in your laughter?
You called it strength.
You called it power.
But we called it cruelty.

There is no cavalry coming.
There is no friend left checking in.
The stage is yours now
Empty,
Rotting,
Dead quiet from within.

And when you fall
(You will fall)
The ground will not soften.
It will welcome you like a coffin.
Cold and final.
No crowd. No savior.
Just dust,
And the echo of your behavior.

You mocked the broken.
You drained the kind.
And now you reach out, grasping,
Finding only time.

Time… the cruelest jailor.

So now, with breath fogging the glass of regret,
Tell me:

How does it feel to be forgotten
Before you're even gone?
To whisper into voids
Where once love had shone?

How does it feel
To see no hands raised,
No hearts cracked open
To rescue you from your own blade?

I watched you once,
Before the shadows claimed your name.
I held out a hand
You set it aflame.
You fed me to the wolves you bred.
Now I rule them.

They call me King.
They wear your sins
Like wedding rings.

And when you scream
And you will
The wind will mock your cry,
Repeating every lie
You ever told yourself
To sleep at night.

So... tell me once more,
Now that your demons wear your crown
How does it feel
To hit the ground?

And find no one
Still around?

𝔹𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝,

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕘𝕠,
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤,
𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤, 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤,
𝕀𝕟 𝕝𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕀𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜, 𝕊𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕟𝕠 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕥, 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕖. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤' 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥, 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣. 𝕀 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤, 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖. 𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖, ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝, 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕆𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖. 𝕊𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕜, 𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕦𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Once, they knelt beneath the stars,
Whispered prayers to skies that bled,
Lit their candles with trembling hands,
And feared not wrath, but love instead.

But now the throne is gilded thick
With smoke, and gold, and sin,
The holy book rewritten so
The wolves can wear the skin.

Each six months they scrape the ink,
And pen a softer lie.
The Truth, now a shape-shifter,
With Vatican hands held high.

A thousand tongues recite the code
In cathedrals cold and vast,
Yet none remember silence
Just echoes from the past.

They sell you Heaven in a box,
With guilt and tithes and chains.
“Confess,” they hiss, “Repent your soul”
Then drink the blood in vain.

I have seen the altar cracking,
Heard angels curse His name,
As choirs drowned in dollar bills
And saints burst into flame.

This isn’t faith it’s theatre.
A stage dressed up as grace.
They brand you with a savior’s name
While spitting in His face.

The shepherds once walked barefoot,
Now armored in deceit.
And the lambs, too numb to wonder,
Still die at their feet.

They taught you what to worship,
Then punished you for thought.
“Believe or burn,” the chorus sang,
Their mercy overwrought.

But what is God when man decides
What verses get to stay?
What psalms are bent, what sins ignored,
What truths are cast away?

So I wear no cross, no crown, no creed,
But in the dark I see
That belief is not the prison.
The warden holds the key.

I used to bleed in colors
Now it’s only black.
A hollow hush behind my eyes,
A soul that won’t come back.

I smile like a puppet,
With stitches at the seams,
Drowning in a silence
Too loud to even scream.

I touch, but never tremble.
I look, but never see.
They say, “You’re just tired,”
But something’s dying inside me.

The ghosts are getting braver now,
They dance behind my face.
They whisper through my empty chest,
And fill the silent space.

No anger left to weaponize,
No tears left to fall.
Just static where my heart once lived,
And echoes in the walls.

I’d rather feel pain than nothing
But nothing’s all I get.
The fire’s gone to embers,
And the embers just forget.

So I wear this mask of human,
A skin that doesn’t fit.
And wonder when the void inside
Will finally commit.

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Cadrewolf2
20:15 Jun 10 2025

You have a way with words

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What if I died…
Not grand, not loud no scene, no sound.
Just vanished beneath the screaming ground.
No note, no clue, no bloody art,
Just dust in the corners of your black little heart.

Would you scroll past my name with a shrug and a sigh,
Or whisper to shadows, “He never said goodbye”?
Would your tears taste sweet, or never fall at all
Would you even remember the shape of my fall?

I’ve rehearsed it in dreams, every twisted goodbye,
The rope, the blade, the slow drip of the why.
I’ve danced with the edge, kissed poison like wine,
And wondered if grief would ever make you mine.

Would you wear my absence like perfume at night,
Inhale me in silence by cold candlelight?
Would your demons remember the sound of my breath,
Or laugh at my grave while you're f***ing death?

You said I was "too much" too dark, too wild.
Too broken, too brutal, too damn defiled.
But I gave you my ruins, I bled on your name
And still you turned silence into a game.

So tell me, dear nightmare, just once, just be true:
What if I died…
And it wasn’t about you?

What if I vanished because I was done,
Tired of bleeding for everyone?

What if I died and no one wept?
Would the world spin on as if nothing was left?
Would the stars keep laughing? Would the sky stay blue?
Would the echoes forget I was ever you?

I buried my heart where the sunlight won't go,
Beneath rotting soil where the cold things grow.
Not with a scream no, I swallowed that whole,
Choked down my sorrow like burning coal.

There’s a house in my mind with no windows or doors,
The floorboards whisper of forgotten wars.
Blood in the pipes, ghosts in the vents
This is the rent I pay for my innocence.

I wear my smile like a funeral mask,
Hide the razors in my laugh when strangers ask.
They say, "You seem strong, you’re doing okay."
But none of them stay when I wither away.

I once begged God, with cracked lips and bone,
To send me a light or leave me alone.
But the silence was louder than any reply,
So I learned how to kiss the idea of goodbye.

And I envy the stars,
Not because they shine
But because they burn quietly
And no one minds.

Sometimes I think I died long ago,
And all that remains is a shadow show.
I dance for the void, I sing for the dirt,
Bleed ink on the page, pretend it don’t hurt.

So if you read this and feel something stir,
Know I wrote this for you,
Not them
Her.
The ones who wander,
The ones who break,
The ones who smile
Just for survival's sake.

Don’t save me.
Don’t pray.
Just tell me I’m real
In your own dark way.