Can you Hear me?

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Can you hear me, my beloved? 

Can you feel me, my beloved?

Can you sense the pain I feel, my beloved?

 

I have a taste for self loathing.

Striving for a perfect image.

I am insane. More than you know.

I’m just afraid that you will go.

 

Can you hear me, my beloved? 

Can you feel me, my beloved?

Can you sense the pain I feel, my beloved?

 

I won’t lie, I have given myself pain.

I won’t lie, I’ve only ruined myself.

I won’t lie, i’m my own enemy.

 

In the mirror I see the monster I know is me.

Even though, you claim to gaze upon beauty. 

My fears devour me when I try to sleep.

Medication making me just weak.

I’m reaching out to you.

I don’t you’ll reach back to me.

Can you hear me, my beloved? 

Can you feel me, my beloved?

Can you sense the pain I feel, my beloved?

 

I will drown in my own madness.

Maybe some day, I will be able to live again.

Here I am in the same pine box.

Haunted by the ticking clock. 

 

Can you hear me, my beloved? 

Can you feel me, my beloved?

Can you sense the pain I feel, my beloved?

 

 

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

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Mystic Land

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In the mystic lands.

With food so plenty.

Where mystery creatures,

were once our teachers.

A world where the mind,

was free to fully bloom.

Knowledge was power.

No bias media to consume.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

The heart & soul had reigned on earth.

The mighty evil powers, struck down by the Gods.

Simplicity based.

Born to strive necessity.

Not luxury.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

We live in a world where knowledge is terrorism.

A heart the enemy, people roaming hungry.

The creatures are now extinct.

We’re programmed to think.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

Home is this mystic land.

Where I strive to be.

Oh, take me to this mystic land.

Just please set me free.

Home is this mystic land.

A human being I shall be.

With fields of imagination.

Heaps of creativity.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

Home is this mystic land.

Please take me home.

Where I can roam free.

I want to go home.

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Anti-Suited

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You fear what makes you human.

God forbid you shed a tear.

You corporate suited asshole.

I am what you fear.

Forget your words of wisdom.

They only help your pay.

While I drown myself in alcohol.

And deal with self decay.

Never trust a suit.

In a dream pursuit.

They’ll take away your freedom.

Jail your creativity.

Make you an empty shell.

Drenched in paranoia.

You hide behind a desk.

Cry in the fetal position.

Fear what freedom has next.

I refuse to be your corporate bitch.

I refuse to help your gain.

You’re so far from working man’s pain.

Attempt to take my soul.

Attempt to take my heart.

You corporate suited asshole.

I will tear your guts apart.

You fear what makes you human.

You sacrifice yourself.

Hope you OD on anxiety pills.

When you shut your eyes tonight.

Corporations aren’t human.

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Jesus Christ

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I’m mean.
I’m hateful.
I’m full of sin.

Your cross can’t save me.
From the demon within.

Burn your bible.
Dismiss your tricks.

Your words mean nothing.
Behind a clenched fist.

You worry about my sanity.
When you preach to hate vanity.
Your pope sits on a throne.
The Vatican his home.

You worry about my sanity.
Least I don’t try to be perfect.
For a make believe king in the sky.

I’m mean.
I’m hateful.
I’m full of sin.

Your cross can’t save me.
From the demon within.

Burn your bible.
Dismiss your tricks.

Your words mean nothing.
Behind a clenched fist.

NO! I DON’T HAVE 15 MINUTES TO TALK ABOUT JESUS CHRIST!

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Self Hatred (Decomposition of man)

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Self Hatred (Decomposition of man)

I killed my brain today.

Went downright insane.

As a human,

I’ve decomposed.

And made myself nothing.

I wasted my existence.

Became a “What fifer”

I hate myself.

I’m my own worst enemy.

Giving myself apathy.

Until I wake,

wondering why.

Why, did I wake to the light of day.

How can one just self decay?

Who gives a fuck.

It’s better this way.

Just take a gun.

Just take a bullet.

Hitchcocks cure.

For sleep deprived.

Bury me.

And bury me well.

Just make sure I’m going to hell.

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Low confidence is a bitch.

Wilderness

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One with the wilderness.

Since one was young.

Nature’s beautiful song.

 

As we have aged.

Emotion’s decayed.

Man as cold as ice.

 

What once was our friend.

Now enemy.

Nature’s haunting cry.

 

Freedom of thought.

Endless dreaming.

Fresh world at fingertips.

 

Oh to be young again.

Oh to be free again.

From these emotionless chains.

 

Years have gone by.

I now lay in decay.

Beneath fresh fallen leaves.

I lay in decay

unable to take

the person I had become.

 

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Ache

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This ache I feel within my heart.
Is only when we’re apart.

My love is pure and true.
Devoted to only you.

Your words reach me deep.
In my soul is where they keep.

I long to hear your voice again.
See your smile and sense your calm.

I long to be within your arms.
Where nothing can go wrong.

This ache I feel within my heart.
Is only when we’re apart.

Tiny bits of conversation.
Cherished now more than ever.

Every moment, every minute..
Down to the final second.

I hate to say goodbye.
Not knowing when we can talk again.

I feel your pain.
I feel your loneliness.
I want to be there to kiss it all away.

Don’t worry my love.
We’ll be together soon.

Upon a lovely nightly moon.
We’ll smile and laugh.

We’ll gaze upon the endless stars.
Enjoy conversation for hours.

This ache will be over.
And we can live again.
As one.

– Mercy Desdemona © 2012

Note: Wrote this on a whim. I know it could be better. But I didn’t want to lose this work.