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Cancerous CompanyWhy am I allowed peace
Why am I given release
And then I return to reality
Creased with sunken fatality
My eyes are ridden with dullness
From sleep deprivation and tiredness
These premonitions are killing me
And I'm the only one who sees
Lend me a hand so I can waste with comfort
Give me your gaze so I won't hurt
I need to remember what is and isn't real
What am I or aren't I still going to feel
No one is here, they've all left by now
I figured they'd disappear somehow
Go sin and leave, steal, take
Yet I must survive in your wake
This isn't supposed to happen This isn't supposed to happen to me.
I'm not living a song.
Then why do I feel so sickeningly?
Why do I insist on going on?
I'm an old truck that even no hipster would love
Just broken and ripped from all my use
My Lord, take me to your above
Save me from this reality I refuse
How could I have been dropped in the rain?
I shouldn't have gone down screaming
But I guess lyrics aren't all the same
But it's true that hearts don't break even.
I wish I had him, I wish I could stay
With her it's the only resolution I should take
Nothing is fair anymore, there is no only way
This is growing up now, this isn't fake
EnglandxReader: Oh dear."Oh, God, don't start that again!" You groan.
"Bl- Bu- What? My on-the-spot recipes are the most exquisite dish at the party, and it takes less time than following a recipe," Arthur retorts.
You eye the peppermint extract, white chocolate chips, coloring dye, and coconut closely. Arthur sniffs and ties the apron around his midriff tighter.
Sighing, you return back to the table and pull out a chair. As you begin to read the most interesting headline in today's paper, Arthur hunches over the counter, laying his hands on the edge of the counter.
"So... that's... it? No more nagging or-or... advice?" He asks rather solemnly.
You turn around slowly in your chair, peering at the Briton. His forest green eyes were on the table, his bottom lip slightly sucked inward.
"Do you want me to chastise you? Jeebus, that's a little masochistic."
"N-No, it's just this is the first time you've let it... slide, y'know? Does that mean they're actually good?"
You blush and stammer,"Um-that's..
FrancexReader: GiftsAs 'It's Beginning To Look Like Christmas' began to waft comfortably around the room, and Francis returned to your side.
You sigh and nuzzle into his side, and he lays his arm over the frame of the couch by your neck.
"Bing Crosby is perfect," You murmur.
Francis chuckles his French chuckle and replies,"I know you like the back f my own hand, do I not?"
You smile,"Then what do I want for Christmas?"
He blinks and responds immediately,"Me."
You laugh and shake your head.
"Wha....A scarf set with gloves and a hat."
"No, but if thats what you want, I know a place."
Francis holds his forehead with his free hand in anguish, "Mon dieu.... What is it you desire?"
His eyebrow twitches unseemly.
You shrug and grin.
"So, my cooking talents are the only things that you truly love? I am offended...." Francis frowns.
"Its not that I enjoy the food, I love that you're giving me something you made, even if you're thinking about my g
PrussiaxReader: I'm so sorry what did I...."But it's tomorrow~!" You whine.
"So, what's the big deal?! You don't understand the glory of having a birthday on the weekend, do you?" Gilbert argues exasperatedly.
You hmph, just as exasperated as him. "But when it's not on a school day, no one but my family can wish me a happy birthday! All my friends are busy, and I have nothing to do but watch television!"
Gilbert exhales and crosses his arms, looking down at you with his impossibly garnet eyes. "You know, you kinda come off as a little selfish there. Just a bit."
You blush wildly. "What, so I'm a conceited brat if I want to be with friends rather than family on the day of my birth?"
Gilbert's frame collapses as he huffs. "Why're you telling me all of this, anyway? I'm supposed to be there, isn't that good enough?"
You start, but let it go and give him a hug. "Sorry. it's just it's always on a day where no one but my family can celebrate, for some reason. I'm cursed."
He snickers, wrapping his arm over your sh
IcelandxReader: Galaxy DreamsI watch her. She's fascinating...
Like I have a choice to look anywhere else...
Each day I'm trapped in a mirror, but though I have no recollection why, its worth the prison.
There's a girl here I like a lot. She can hum pretty well and is neat and has a pretty face.
The girl stays in her room a lot, and she reads, and doodles, and does her homework. Her radio is always playing music; she's like that. There's always music.
Sometimes, after her showers, she hums to the music as she gets her clothes prepared. I still have the courtesy to close where I think my eyes should be, but once I saw her and it like a dream. It could've been, but I don't think I dream. I don't know, maybe. But, I now that if I did, that would be the best dream I've ever had.
She's slender in a curvy way, not bony, and her hair slides over her shoulders like a solid, silky waterfall. Her eyes darken whenever she looks into the mirror, and I like to imagine that she's trying to find a way to get me out
AmericaxReader: Something Different"Just as I eat something, or sit down, I'm practically gaining calories in the hundreds!" Alfred whines gloomily as you hold up a way-too-small sweater to his masculine frame. "Why does food decide to be so rich just as it enters my mouth?"
You frown deeply and sigh,"Alfred, nothing about you is fat, obese, overweight, pudgy, or chubby! You're always skipping meals or working out! I'm surprised you're not dead of malnutrition!" You carelessly throw the hanger at the rack and continue looking for a more appropriate sweater.
"Yeah, but then I eat, like, a whole pile of the only food that tastes good!" He retorts, hastily huffing.
"You're fine," You say, and press your lips comfortingly on his cheek.
He stares at you, his unbelieving blue-eyed gaze harsh smoldering your eyes.
You can't held but let a pout spread upon your lips. "Well, maybe you should find a better diet. Or maybe just eating right could change your taste buds," You scold in a quiet voice. "Isn't this
These DaysAll the girls aren't worthwhile if not thin
All clothes aren't acceptable if they are not 'in'
No one can get rest after putting their electronic to sleep
No one ever goes to a store without thinking of what to eat
Why do our lives have a due date, why do we think time ends
Why should we follow all the media's latest trends
Everyone has to have a label in order to be noticed
Everyone has to pretend to not be focused
Since when do we have to try to be so different?
Since when did people forget they are made omnipotent?
Some generous being made us, why can't we accept that and be happy
Some, if not all, are wishing this in their minds just like me
Request ArthurxReader"Another one?" You ask, your eyes boggling slightly at your creative friend Arthur.
"Yes! It's brilliant, and theres no way it'l shock anyone again!" He enthused.
You sigh and chuckle, taking a seat at your table. "Well, what does this one do?"
He laughs giddily and reaches into the box he's placed next to his clipboard, pulling out an orange cloth thing...
"A banana shirt!" Arthur announces, and quickly pulls it on over his head. Pointing to the oblong pocket on his left, he explains,"You can put your banana here to hold. For busy mornings when you've got too many things to hold for breakfast! With my Banana Shirt, you'll give yourself an AM relief ASAP!"
Inwardly giggling about his British pronunciation of 'banana', you ask,"Was that your presentation speech?"
"Um...Yes, but a little more...slow..." He scratches his head and turns his forest green eyes to you. "What do you think?"
You speculate as Arthur watches intently, and, impersonating his accent, say,"If you introduced a line o
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above and warmth makes life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
ocean as far as my eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars and Northern lights events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we need most, is love.
The absence of love makes earthly joys moot,
what I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
*The Cathedral*Graveyard sparkles, coat of frost
Souls sleep in comfort none are lost
Yew trees stand's silent friend
Up the pathway faithful wend.
Illuminated Christmas star
Penitants travel from afar
Spiritual comfort, blessed peace
Worldly concerns find release
Stained glass window does inspire
Glorious colours flame desire
Insence smells and bells so pure
Winter Cathderal, open door.
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
BetrayalI have the memory
I have forgotten
My kisses are fresh
And they're so rotten
My eyes shoot daggers
But stare so sweetly
Our life is a mess
That is arranged so neatly
It hurts me so bad
And yet I feel nothing
You were always so suspicious
You were easily so trusting
You've killed me completely
And filled me with life
I deserve to be an ex
But also your wife
I have given up
I continue to try
You should've told the truth
But you should've lied.
Under the KnifeWhitewash my arms and legs
Until it's okay to be me
until I'm like all the rest
Until I am free
Paint my face,
Bleach my skin,
Change my race.
Why doth ye abandoneth me, O my love?
Have thy heart forgotten thine untamed dove?
Am I damned? Am I ugly?
What is it that makes thee, forsake me?
I live the way thee desireth.
I abide silence and pride forsaketh!
Why ye then blind towards my pain?
Why ye maketh my plea go vain?
Why thou maketh my life so dismal?
The wrath of thy apathy maketh my living abysmal!
Without thee life equals death!
Earnestly for thy mercy I prayeth!
I seeketh peace in thy happiness,
in thy grief I abideth thine loneliness.
Then why dost I fail to please thee?
Why ye not fill my heart with thine abounding mercy?
Reveal unto me my flaw my dear,
an unfathomable grave seems to draw me near!
All frail… all broken… my ordeal finds no end…
Without thy grace my heart can never mend!
To thy sweetest word I yearn.
In the moonlit night forlorn I burn.
Why unto me ye so stern?
Why is thine love so stubborn?
I fail to perceive thy rejection!
Thine unconcern brings unto me a venomous
DFC 3: The PlagueYou are the plague,
That soothes every wound,
So raw and off-key,
Sweet and fine-tuned,
Nobody knows you,
I see your soul,
The timid young rabbit,
The lion so bold,
Nary a whisper,
Carries my scream!
As heavens lie silent,
Hailing; they teem,
Forget all you’ve seen,
But remember me most,
A vibrant bright entity,
A pale shattered ghost,
Joyfully dancing we,
Stare at the sound,
Lost in the darkness,
In light all around,
Where people breathe fire,
I’m encased in ice,
Each moment disgusts me,
I’m fully enticed.
No words are muttered,
They’re chanting our song,
Pulses have quickened,
Dead all along.
You are my plague,
You soothe every wound,
Free and in love,
In hatred entombed.
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a child
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
Cutting DownCan't you see what they're doing to me?
I would do anything to fight back,
But instead I just turn the other cheek,
Only to be knocked down, rack after rack.
I'm just one thread shredding;
Splitting thinner and thinner.
I'm growing tirelessly impatient;
Just another hopeless sinner.
I'm told to find a way out,
But what ways are there?
Above, below, or beside of me?
No, I won't look, I don't care.
I struggle helplessly to stay alive,
But it's too hard, it can't be done.
People say fiercely I'm not alone,
But where are the other ones?
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