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Jul 2015 · 895
Self Worth.
Sacrelicious Jul 2015
Feeling worthless is a popular trend
these days, it's hard to tell.
Who is your friend
and who is your foe.
Trying to turn the other cheek
is proving to be one of the hardest things,
I've ever done.
Jul 2015 · 794
The Mystic.
Sacrelicious Jul 2015
But tell me,
oh wise one.
With all your
superior knowledge
and hidden powers.
Are you genuine?
Or are you playing make believe?

One thing I'm sure of is;
you're rather convinced
that you know my soul.
Better than I do.
That my dear Mystic is debatable.
Jul 2015 · 756
It's you.
Sacrelicious Jul 2015
My faith in you
is dissipating.
Like boiling water
disappearing into steam.
No, this isn't a dream.
The truth isn't always kind.
Kind of like you.
Jul 2015 · 643
Conflicted
Sacrelicious Jul 2015
I could keep ignoring the facts.
Disregard, every red flag you
wave in front of my face.
Only to pretend things are alright
until I go off the edge.
But doesn't that seem obnoxious?
I'd rather be alone.
Jul 2015 · 942
Into Darkness.
Sacrelicious Jul 2015
As I descend downward
into darkness.
I find myself collecting
omens like a *******
collecting diseases.

Fighting demons,
my eyes cannot see.
Doesn't mean they're any
less real than you or I.

Living in the dark.
The Sun's too sad to shine today.
And you, my Love, are equally as sad.
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
A cold night in Hell.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
I felt your envious eyes,
whisper tales of my true rank in life.
Untouchable, the dirt you wouldn't
grace your spit with.

A well fabricated quilt of lies.
To smother my heart and hold it
captive in the fires.
Of pure narcissism and self hatred.
Long after you left me here.

May our souls both find their peace.
Respectfully and may our hearts as dark and broken as they may be.
Mend themselves in the warmth, love and truth of the Sun once more.
Jun 2015 · 1.7k
Antidepressants.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
For every step I take,
I can feel my feet slipping
back three.

I'm at the end of my rope.
But my noose isn't even tied yet.

Living in a snow globe.
Watching life around me blossoming,
beautifully.
But when I try and reach out.
My hands hit the glass and stop me dead in my tracks.
Jun 2015 · 1.1k
Mental Illness
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
I'm developing
physical ailments.
From my over abundance
of feelings, I'd rather not have.
Being human, ***** man.
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
Heart Strings.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
As wars wage within my heart.
I can feel my inner demons
playing my heart strings
like a harp.
A beautiful melody
of self destruction, hatred and fear.
Acoustics are great.
But I'm still waiting
for the choir of Angels
to sing songs
of love and peace.
Someday,
that's a nice thought.
Jun 2015 · 3.4k
Mind Games.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
A moment of peace
in between the battles.
Of my heart and mind.

Is as common as a
four leaf clover.
A rare occasion.
A holiday for my heart.

To forget the war it's losing.
Jun 2015 · 993
Sharing the Sky.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
No matter how many miles separate us.
If you never speak to me again.

At least, I can take comfort in knowing
that when you've had your fill.
Faith lost, hope vanished from your heart
without a trace.
I know,
you'll look to the stars.
Only to see tens of thousands of them;
shinning brightly on the darkest nights.
Just for you.

And if this life is just meant to be a realm of torture.
A realm of apathy and discontent.
I find peace within my heart knowing
I'll be looking at the same sky, too.
Jun 2015 · 902
Anxiety.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
Lost within the fear.
One too many times now.
I can feel my heart slowly,
breaking into a million shattered dreams.
In between irratic palpitations and bursts of nervous energy.
Of course.

I think my soul is ascending to its purest form.
It's both terrifying and beautiful.
Almost like I'm dying and living simultaneously.
Jun 2015 · 1.7k
Voices.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
Channeling demons against my will.
My body, used.
Seen nothing more than a flesh ouija board.
In your game of self reassurance.
I'm not the conduit, you wanted me to be.
My eye's just as open as yours.
Stop telling me otherwise.
Jun 2015 · 876
Love
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
One day, I pray
I'll break free from these chains.
To run far away.

Fast, like the Devil's
following me.
And as his hand grasps my collar,
I'll fall back into your arms again.

If you were here
and they were gone.
My hearts bleeding there too.
May 2015 · 2.2k
Sun Kissed Roses.
Sacrelicious May 2015
Staring out at all that lies before me.
Trapped within a prison.
I look, to see your life blossoming like a beautiful rose.
I'd be living too.
If I wasn't freezing to death.

As the long forgotten Sun kisses my skin, with his warmth.
I can feel my heart shed a few tears.
In light, of the feelings I once had for you.
May 2015 · 1.3k
Under the Sea.
Sacrelicious May 2015
These days,
talking to you is like
screaming.
Under water

No matter how loud
I am,
the waters will always drown out
my pleas.
To the ears that need to hear them.

I think I'm cracking under the pressure
May 2015 · 613
5/24/15 This is how I feel.
Sacrelicious May 2015
And in the end
are we  nothing more than the
dreams we never lived.

The souls we never let free.
Sedated, we spend our lives numb.
Hibernating with in a cold, empty shell.
One that's constantly getting smaller.
While we seem to always be getting bigger.

Looking for an escape.
Testing the waters, to see if we can really walk the line.
Or if we're just another fabled tragedy of the heart.

But still, in the silence, I know I'm not alone.
May 2015 · 949
Zen.
Sacrelicious May 2015
See the beauty within your core.
Speak nothing but the truth.
Listen, only to the same.
And feel nothing but the warmth of love unseen.
May 2015 · 958
Dances with Demons.
Sacrelicious May 2015
Hallucinations of a dream, waiting to be lived.
Searching for your soul but I feel it's no longer here.
As I look into those empty, lonely eyes.
A part of me is dying to be with the person you once were.
They say,  it's  hard to love someone who doesn't love you.
But sometimes you've got to tango with the demons, to make it through the calendar.
If you really knew me. #hearts #secrets
May 2015 · 1.0k
Narcissism.
Sacrelicious May 2015
It scares me, how much I'm like you. Generational demons unlocked their curses and waged a war against our souls. Like being caught under a frozen pond. Trying to break free of the oppression. Trying to breathe, while your breath of life became a long dramatic sigh. Like the sand on an hour glass slowly fading into past tense. I used to love you. I used to walk down one way streets too.
Feb 2015 · 869
Haunter
Sacrelicious Feb 2015
I shed egos
like a snake sheds its skin.
Forever changing.
Forever growing.
Forever running from the broken whimpers of last nights wishes.
I will always be that lonely spirit.
You never wanted haunting your life.
Feb 2015 · 784
Dreams of you.
Sacrelicious Feb 2015
As I'm running through my dreams of you.
I see the story on repeat.
A burden lurking in the depths of my soul.
Longing for the life unlived, longing for paradise.
If they were ready.
If you were ready, when I was.
Feb 2015 · 789
2/3/15
Sacrelicious Feb 2015
I never thought being loved would hurt so bad.
Like a thousand knives stabbing my bleeding heart.
For every lie I speak.
As the fear of being alone slowly suffocates my dying heart.
I see the cold monster I've become.
Mar 2014 · 831
I miss this.
Sacrelicious Mar 2014
I don't want to be here.
Or there.
Anywhere for that matter.
I just want to exist, free.

Like the wind taking fallen leaves
off into the sunset.
Or lonely ghosts coming to haunt memories of yesterday.

Aren't we all.
So lucky, if we can still find ourselves. Even after all the horrors time has brought us.
Sep 2013 · 893
October.
Sacrelicious Sep 2013
Time doesn't exist,
I will always be here,
waiting.
For your call.

From a world
beyond,
what my eyes
can see.

I'm ready to go home now,
too.
May the cord wrap
around my neck and
take my breath
away.
Aug 2013 · 993
Once Upon A Full Moon.
Sacrelicious Aug 2013
Run, fast
and don't look back
at the phantoms who chase you.

For if you look into
the darkness.
It becomes a part of you.

Your imagination
is the foundation of
your reality.

You can never be lost
if you follow the silver-cord trail
all the way home.

Back into
my arms
again.
Aug 2013 · 759
Caught in the middle.
Sacrelicious Aug 2013
Sands slyly slipping  
through the hour glass and
Time's moving on.
A lot
faster than
I.
Try to remember the sound of your voice.
But it never works.
Memories serve no purpose
if you cannot tell
what's real and what's pretend.
Sep 2012 · 1.6k
Panic Attacks.
Sacrelicious Sep 2012
Brand it,
Bandit.
Livin' the dream,
curse.

Sulking
in the silence
of your sorrows.

Neck deep
in worry waves.
&
I'm drowning, in the
shallow waters of my own.
Sep 2012 · 1.7k
Drama Class.
Sacrelicious Sep 2012
As I rise from the
grave, you
left me in.

Revenge is the
beat of my heartless
pulse.

Acting without compassion.
In a sick sense.
I think, I'm stronger than before.

Playing the role, perfectly.
I will be the medium
for all the hearts you broke.

& I'll plead insanity when the performance is over.
Sep 2012 · 1.8k
Ghost Huntin'.
Sacrelicious Sep 2012
***-runnin'
to the cemetery.
Goin' grave-diggin',
Tonight.

It's three to three,
and I'll be back
home.

At the half-way
house, in time for
breakfast.

Till then,
I'm chasin'
the ghost.
I used to call my reflection.
Aug 2012 · 1.8k
Grave Diggers.
Sacrelicious Aug 2012
Myths and rapid cycling
mood rings.
These are fabled love stories
from the
Book Of Lust.

Memories seen
from rotten eyes.
And all the maggots,
worms, and spiders.

That live inside them.

Truth is always near.
We just gotta dig for it.

For the truth is always
buried beneath lies.
#lies #death #memories
Aug 2012 · 3.8k
Rum Runnin'.
Sacrelicious Aug 2012
Rums got me runnin'
back into those arms.

Behind them
head light eyes,
lies
a different story.

This fifths got me
walkin' the plank.
"Captains" orders.
Aug 2012 · 1.9k
Life Support.
Sacrelicious Aug 2012
My heart beats
electric.
Till you pull the
plug.

Shut me down.
Let me die.
So I can start a new one.

Beep, beep, beep.
I'm going home.
Sacrelicious Aug 2012
Using God,
as an excuse to
stab your Brother.

Praising men,
who preach pity
and create hate.

Using God,
as an excuse to shun
personal phobias.

Confession, can't save you know.
Like you said, he decides where we go.
Right?

I'll see you down here.
:)
Aug 2012 · 1.4k
It Is. What It Is.
Sacrelicious Aug 2012
Secret sorrows
and my tears
were hiding beneath
dollar-store sunglasses.

When you went down,
underground.
Or
Somewhere,
anywhere, but here.

Just as long as you made it
to round two.
Just as long as this isn't it.

Whatever helps me sleep at night.
Aug 2012 · 2.4k
Gift Giving.
Sacrelicious Aug 2012
When the fire burns out
there will be nothing but
a foggy forgiveness.

From me
to you.

Till then,
watch your back.
Jul 2012 · 1.0k
Quitin' Time.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Floating up, down
round the realms.
To no-where land.

A place where
nothing matters
.
It's a real,
place to be.

Living in the freedom
of a "promised" land,
within the comfort of your mind.

I'd like to go there.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Half eaten corpses
and the monster's
still hungry.

High, as well.

Cast down,
to the brim-******
side of mind.

Hannibal's House Of Cannibals
are out, for a night on the town.

An all you can eat
pedestrian buffet.

Is just a
munch-munch-munch
away.
Jul 2012 · 7.3k
White Out.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
I love you
is the biggest white lie,
I've ever heard.

Stop the car.
I'm ready to go home.
Now.

Cause this,
this obviously isn't working out.
Jul 2012 · 1.8k
Dirt Level.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Being on dirt's level
looks nice
when you're
six feet under.

I just want to break even.
Or break your fingers.

Whatever the Lord,
let's me do.

I'm hoping he's feeling vengeful today,
too.
Jul 2012 · 325
Curses.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Hunt her down.

Find the witch and burn her like
wicker does by match strike.
If she lives.

Throw her in the lake
and see if she floats.

Praise be, to the unholy Father.
Burn every bridge he ever built.
If it means he'll never reach the surface.
Drown her right out
of his mind.
Delusions light the free world.
Jul 2012 · 2.2k
Succubi.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Hate flows,
free through her blood.
Infecting every *****.

First,
with her heart,
then her brain.

A deranged, heartless *****,
with all the power.

Succubi.
Queen of Bloodshed.
Harlot of Satan.

Swing dancing murderers
& ball-room assassins.
Seek her out, on
the dance floor.
To, get a chance to Swing Dance with Lucy, herself.

Good men will fall down to evil.
Slowly dancing and stabbing  
pretty, young girls.
Under the noses of their wives.

To save their,
lost souls
from the belly of the beast.

Covered in their blood, sweat & glitter,
the Party Princesses are slain
by the Princes of Poverty.
Cause they weren't getting pity ******.
Jul 2012 · 2.4k
Pine Box Mannequins.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Running North,
aura lights
are taking me home.

Six feet underground.
Pine box mannequins,
all done up dead and pretty.

Morticians's pride,
a job well done.

Such a shame,
it was a closed-casket
viewing.
Jul 2012 · 1.4k
Politics.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Bitter sweet,
headlines.

Filtered, censored,
cloaked in, invisible lies.

To keep our eyes,
blind.
Unaware of everything that's
crumbling,
beneath our minimum-wag,e
slave feet.

Systematically, we're made
to fall down
on our knees in defeat.

To **** the ****
of a hard ego.

& The beast, he's always near.
Hiding behind the faces of his diplomats.

Politicians are just criminals, who bought their way out of prison.
Jul 2012 · 1.6k
Garbage Day.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
**** talking
garbage cans.
Can't seem to close their lids,
enough.

Where's Mr.*******
when you need him?

Will you please
shut the **** up?
Before your can gets dented.
Jul 2012 · 2.0k
Black Sheep. White Sheep.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Men so quick
to point the finger.

When, they share equal
guilt.
In the alleged crime as well.

We're poster children
The few who got branded.

A scarlet letter,curse.
Many share.
But few wear.

Every white sheep,
is matched up with a black one.
To keep the flock in balance.

There are more of us.
Hidden in your slipping eyesight.
Jul 2012 · 1.3k
Tight White Jackets.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
If my pen
wasn't ******'
her paper, daily.

I'm sure, I'd be
wearing a *******
jacket too.

Writer's block,
will be the death
of me.

I swear,
this in several tongues.
Like the Serpents, before me.
Jul 2012 · 1.2k
Demon Children.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Inherited family curses.
Selling my soul,
away to
earn entrance into the womb.

Months of sleepless nights.
For my Mother as she tossed & turned
in agonizing pain.

All for her little Demon.

Done crawled out
6 days late and backwards.

Vomiting tar,
screaming curses.

Some mistakes are better left
unspoken, unseen and unheard.

I was born
under a starless sky.

Darkness is all,
I know.

Until I can
spread my decayed,
skeleton wings
&
descend down.

To the City of Fire.

I will be all black,
nothing more.

Death.
Sorrow.
&
Despair.  

Oh Father,
would be proud.
Jul 2012 · 1.1k
Water Work & Pity Rivers.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
4 a.m
watering the flowers.
Cry or cringe.
I'm crying my way out of this.
When used properly
Pretty boy tears work
like liquid magic.

Free flowing
pity rivers
flowing.
Cheek to cheek,

Then the well ran dry.
&
No more ***** were given.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Life's like
a
twelve step program
of **** eating.

Then you get to wash
it all down
with punch
&  then you,
die.

Love is just a pigment
of a colour
we can never get in our hair.
No matter how many times we try
dying it.

You should have just gotten the abortion.
Wudda made this a whole lot easier.
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