Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

Body Rot

Some days - my body can be a fresh flower

Today though?

I felt my insides rot

I felt the color drain

I felt myself decomposing

Insects all around

I’m molding, into the ground

This is the final time I lay down

What bliss - sinking into the unknown abyss that is freedom..

S. S.

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

Haunted Mind

In the fog

Will o wisps

Leading me through the bog of my mind

Stuck - I’m stuck!

Before me - I see them

One by one.. Lights, dimming

Hopes, swimming - swirling around me

I see myself as a child

I’m sinking

I can feel the longing for something better

Being met with yet another

And another

Regret

S. S.

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

It’s tightening again

The invisible hand around my throat

Nails - digging into my skin

Garnets, trickling down my chest

When? When will this end?

A constant loop - tightening.. loosening.. death grip - release

Repeat

I fear the faint whisper

The eerie soft growl of the past

I should have known… relief just doesn’t last

S. S.

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

Artist: Susitse.art - Essi Välimäki

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

i don't think i need to forgive and forget. i think i need to bash someone's head in with a hammer

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

What is Burning?

locked in my head again

It’s awfully dark in here

I can’t find my way

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I’ve found a pathway, maybe - a hint of ruby - it sparkles

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I can smell something.. burning?

Following the scent - Rubies rain from the top floor of my mind

Plates shatter, tables fly

Shes looking me in the eye

Silently, she’s screaming

H e l p

PLEASE HELP

The floor caves

I’m falling - fast

So fast

I’ve hit the bottom of my mind

An abyss, if you will

I can’t reach the door

The windows are boarded up

It’s hard to breathe

There’s too much smoke

I’m suffocating

Rubies - my skin, rubies

My mind, obsidian

My body

Ash

S. S.

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

The Moonlight, the stars, the willow outside the window.. stuffed lamb on the floor

Deep inside this memory filled dream

Locked behind this door

Holding my secrets

My cries, my screams

Childhood dreams

Memories of ruby drenched sheets

The only ones

Who have seen the unseen

S. S.

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thoughtsofthehaunted

5 months ago

“ You’re mature for your age “

You were in your late 20s

I was 6

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thoughtsofthehaunted

4 months ago