"Book of Pain" (2/3/2016)

Sleeping awake through night i'm writing my book of pain...
Silently screaming i write my lines of sane madness...
As i laugh from my leaking tears of red sadness...
As the only thing keeping my corpse alive is the death rain...
So all the mercilless monsters can show me their bitter kindness...
So all my sins of self sacrifice can slide into the void of vain...

inside of my Book of Pain...
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Smile of her Father (13/12/2016)

Eyes get fixed, populs spread....
Love and Sadness mixed, expression devoid....
While colours begin to faint, Heart turns into the Abyss of Void....
Silent saint, now trance of dread....
Pictures of past form crystal-clear tears, as shards of Soul are destroyed....
Drowner in the nightmare that never dissapears, no matter how she bled....

And AgAin, she's seeing the cover od her Book of PAin....
                                   ....the smile of her fAther....
                                                     ....Hung And deAd....
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"Mrs.Forever Fat" (4/3/2016)

Lost inside whispers of the laughing mirror made from sharpest shards...
Discusting beauty hidden deep inside toilet with allways watching eyes...
Those bullying maggots are only choking creatures who emathize...
Sadistic shadows with thirst for blood are my only guards...
They'll starve me into painfull beauty, while my sick mind and my ugly body cries...
Then finnanly, i'll draw the picture of me, so many times seen by all-knowing cards...

into my Book of Pain...
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"Morbid Tarantula" (3/3/2016)

My man, this sick gray wife beating mouse, now six feets below, serves dessert to the rats...
Maybe concrete has no sence of humor, but that irony, i'm still laughin like hell...
From fire in my eyes and army of my twisted thoughts you can tell...
Morbid Tarantula, the black widow dressed in the deepest cuts...
Might no more fall for that discusting Sanitys smell...
Might just put his gore name and his astray guts...

into my Book of Pain...
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"True Monsters" (6.3.2016)

Tonight i'll let lamp lit, i'll check your wardrobe for scary Ghost..
But Kid, i think you should know, true monsters don't rest under your bed...
With shivery smiles they are hidden deep inside mine, and your Wery Own Head...
With that sick riant all-along, untill last red diamond of yours, is brutally dosed...
Those wretched, ethernal livings dancing with static pictures of whispering dead...
that's why it's everyday people who should dash your mind the most...

Just Something my Book Of Pain once said...
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"Dear Agness" (6.3.2016)

About three years, since my every heartbeat is whispering lines of sadness...
About three years, since my angel, forever gone...
Bloodless, pretending to ignore red tears of invisible people, i am still moving my lawn...
But you used to say, there is allways hope inside the desperate madness...
Breeze is heaviest and nights are darkest, right before comes the dawn...
Breaking, i sadly last daisy love letter of what's left from your undying gladness...

into my Book of Pain drawn...
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"Yolo Girl" (15.4.2016)

Let's see the world bleed through all the cloth i was wearing with pride...
So sleazing monsters can stop slicing my soul while my heart is fried...
Slowly sliding into the void of vain, i see whispering light...
Silent signs and cries of shadows serving The Black Eyed...
Desperate Darkening of all the sweet Despair in sight...
So when you give me Sinnersstone as presset for my happy suicide...

Write a line about it into my Book of Pain, write "Yolo! and so she died!"
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"Red Tears" (12.6.2016)

Sins from days of guilt which went all in vain...
Now im laughing from leaking tears of red sadness...
And so im writing my claret lines of madness...
Sings cautiously painted with passion and pain...
Now garnish my wrists with shiny crimson darkness...
And scream for bitter sweets from my vein...

As i die to crie red tears for my Book of Pain...
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"Sophi" (9.3.2016)

Sophi, my pretty, little, pink princess, is an insomniac...
She keeps crying, laughing and screaming through whole night...
Sometimes Sophi just stands still, but her whispering stare gives me fright...
She keeps talking  about invisible people, i think my baby is a maniac...
So i visit her grave and ask her to stop, trying to calm her slight...
Still she is my pride and joy, my Angel, healing my heart crack...

My daughter, the only sane thing inside of my Book of Pain blight...
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"Enthropy" (31/10/2016)

Trying to find forgiveness of despair to attain...
The Lady dressed in oblivium*...
Through thime, as if in Delirium...
Acient God dancing in the Rain...
To summon Equilibrium...
The Sun and it's children in her rein...

Dancing to end their Book of Pain!
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"Deadly Despair" (26.4.2016)

It's the Deadly Silence of blackened heartbeat inside vein...
It's the Deadly Madness in whispering shapness of mirror shards that bite... 
It's the Deadly Laugh of all the Mercilles monsters in sight...
It's the Deadly Weight of legs while red sadness rain...
It's the Deadly Betrayal of unknown friends and their guiltlight...
It's the Deadly Loss of dreams which were keeping demons sane...

It's the Deadly Despair... of the Book of Pain...
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"Party Girl" (4/3/2016)

With grim, to this lady, God of BloodRain prepared unholly test...
With her fake smile of party girl, to be gently eaten alive by anonymous names...
Wicked sinners running from long dead Karma, she's forever falling for games...
Warmly drinking doses of dead happiness, while cheering up faceless guest...
with memory of my ignored "no", disobidient hands suddenly burning like flames...
will fall for whispers of pills singing symphonies in my drawer, i'm about to kindly let me rest...

Inside my Book Of Pain...
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"Pencils" (12.6.2016)

Why do they fall on flood and just lifelessly lie?...
when loud silence whispers how all the loved and hated goes in vain...
When mighty trees bow down and cry crimson tears for the endless beauty of the death rain...
Why are my dry seas turning their tie?...
When clash of the Hollow Hope and the Deadly Despair gets insane...
Why do all my pencils break and die?...

While writing their Book of Pain...
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"Asthma" (31/10/2016)

Fading Voice, says her name is Beth...
Beautifull sound trying to motivate...
War with asphyxia await...
As i'm getting close to Death...
Desperately trying to not suffocate...
As my Asthma longs for Breath...

Inside of my Book of Pain...
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"All Alone" (31/10/2016)

Sound of Dead Chat...
Next to dead flowers hount...
Noone Needs, Noone Want...
Only empty rooms, Only empty flat...
Broken mirror, Smile so nonchalant...
Silence of music never minds that...

All Alone, Dancing throught Book of Pain...
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"The More we can Say" (3/3/2016)

It's ok when we die a little sometimes, we all have a life to pay...
The Dark Shadow made from crimson light, nor from his affairs...
There is no hiding in the attic, you won't be safe tightly locked downstairs...
Through letters written to noone i  inhale his chokes of slipping away....
Tiny monsters through night eating me alive as ash of my dreams trurns into crystal nightmares...
The more i am loosing my mind, the more We all can say...

to my Book of Pain...
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"The Jealous Man" (3/3/2016)

Isolated from Pilliar of hearts owned by nobody, i guess my friend, these is the end of road...
Infer you were right and Invisible People are just tying me into these little bur...
If you could talk, with all those discusting babies you would deeply concur...
It's not time to scream, i'm not going to apologize, i'll just dig these little grave boat...
I told you once, i'm the only shadow creature who can hold her...
Ink of my crimson insanity won't make me sane, instead, i'll just write a suicidal murder note...

into my Book of Pain...
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"Last Page" (4/3/2016)

Full of Madness created by nameless nightmares of unknown shadows...
Frantic pages mercillesly weaved from lifeless veins...
Filled by blood ink describing sparks of insanity and deep shalows in it's lanes...
Fairy Feeling of unfair and desperate without covert, that only hurt and insane knows...
Forgived by broken hearts, all together dying alone, still judged by their own remains...
Finnanly i know, as mighty Demons crawl from gores while plastic smile on the cover holds it's pose...

Finnanly i can sleep... in my Book Of Pain...
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(in case you like the style and wanted to write you own poem of these kind, the scheme is "ABBABA" ended by this "chrous" with reference to "Book of Pain", and every line should be starting with same letter/word that has the letter in it, have fun and share your poem with #BookOfPain)