Dysthymia Arrhythmia

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Photo credits to abstractionnation

Hey there! the stranger from yesterday
I’ll take your services to end my disarray
What? You ran out of receipt?
Well stay instead, cause you’re in for a treat

Sorry mate,
but I sold my soul for cheap,
Will you still stay when there’s nothing that you can keep?
Just put it on my tab,
Add an interest to that
I’ll pay you in full when I get out of rehab

Let’s eat!
The bestseller is bloodmeat
A dish best served for cold hearts and stuttering feet
Then take a sip on their float,
Til’ our intestines bloat,
And let’s end this evening on a high note

I’ll spill my guts, literally on you
Cause I took a bite, a bit more than I can chew
Your words are poison, a taste I knew before
But the antidote’s out, so I’m begging for more

Use a bludgeon in my mouth
The words are stuck from fear and doubt,
If I expectorate my madness,
Will you decipher what it’s about?

Had I kept my pace faster, would time for sleep be enough?
Now all I’ve become is a false diamond in the rough

*So I’ll scour you with stone,
Rip the mask that you’ve shown,
Why can’t you live in my heart
And leave my poor head alone

Tar stains accumulate,
Anxious thoughts promulgate,
I’ll write your eulogy in this piece of blank slate
And in return,
Write my name in an urn
Restrain me inside when I finally crash and burn

I injected apathy in an attempt to disengage,
But mission failed, I’m declining with age

End this racketeering
Bullsh*t beckoning
Can’t you see that this is my reckoning
Disturb someone else’s sleep,
Cure my insomnia
You’re just a product of my worsening dysthymia

* Supposed to be the chorus (but shortened). This is another song-turned-poem of mine.

Been out for a month due to busy schedule and sh*t. But unbelievably, I’m still getting some peekers. So, thank you!! 🙂 

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A Maiden’s Affliction

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Her high-pitched scream reaches my ears,
And every bone in my body shivers
She made a home inside my head
So I’ll write her every whisper

Her black lipstick matches the color of her heart
Like the effervescent still waters
Stitches in her skin are like art
And the scars were finishing touches

She eats makeup just to stay skinny
And puts laxatives in her face
She’ll pull the trigger anytime
But she’d rather just sit and wait

The tips of her nails, she bites and chews
But she barely touches her food
She has friends in her front
But none on her rear, just knives already glued

Wrapped around her neck the constricts of society,
and a weight left on her shoulder
For every dream she had, and every man who broke her heart
a bruise left as reminder

Tongues like daggers everywhere
and eyes like laser beams
She can’t go out without an armor
A figure to talk to and a box to dwell
is all she really clamors

-The DementED

Cheers to all the ladies going through the woes brought about by society. You’re beautiful. Please live on. 🙂

 

You might also wanna check out: The Voices Inside My Head – Why I Write

or related poems: A Date with the DeadHopeless, Not Romantic