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foxtide

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Aug 12, 2025
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I'm writing a song as of right now. I have everything figured out but the lyrics. What I'm asking for is ideas on how to express how I'm feeling; I want to put the emotion of how I felt during every attempt, hospital trip, and any kind of self destruction. If you guys have any poems or writing at all that you wouldn't mind sharing for reference or use I would greatly appreciate it ^^
From one artist to another
 
Upon a hanging Body

Upon a hanging Body

Angel of Death
Jan 5, 2025
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Hospitals are morgues with fluorescent halos,
where I choke down charcoal
while the nurses stare through me...
a specimen, a failed extinction.
My mind is a slaughterhouse.
Voices circle like carrion birds,
hallucinations peeling skin from the walls,
the echo of screams that no one else hears.
I have become the violence of memory,
the parasite of my own existence.
Every breath feels stolen,
every second another blade turning,
another bruise flowering beneath invisible hands.
And still...
I do not die.
I only rot,
until the day my ribs split open
like a rusted cage,
lungs collapsing into a slurry of black water,
tongue bitten clean through,
veins spilling their last sermon
onto the floorboards...
a grotesque cathedral of ruin,
my body finally silent,
and the world too deaf
to notice the blood.
 
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foxtide

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Hospitals are morgues with fluorescent halos,
where I choke down charcoal
while the nurses stare through me...
a specimen, a failed extinction.
My mind is a slaughterhouse.
Voices circle like carrion birds,
hallucinations peeling skin from the walls,
the echo of screams that no one else hears.
I have become the violence of memory,
the parasite of my own existence.
Every breath feels stolen,
every second another blade turning,
another bruise flowering beneath invisible hands.
And still...
I do not die.
I only rot,
until the day my ribs split open
like a rusted cage,
lungs collapsing into a slurry of black water,
tongue bitten clean through,
veins spilling their last sermon
onto the floorboards...
a grotesque cathedral of ruin,
my body finally silent,
and the world too deaf
to notice the blood.
i LOVE this!!! you're extremely talented with your words and i appreciate you sharing this
 
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