Author: Amelia Victrix

Trapped in a bubble Floating on the surface Tensions waning Crashing as I lie You criticize me Advertise me Gave me pockets of lies Come inside Sit down and chat Take back everything you lack Vent your frustrations Adorations I’m begging you to take it back Push lead through the back I’m asking I’m pleading No more pain No more guilt Bad memory quilts Detoriate Rot Lie me in the mahogony cot I swear I’m good to…

They went to delve inside the depths of the astrological cave searching for hidden treasures, setting off traps, being brave.Foraging for fire, captivated by their discovery, manufactured high rise buildings to catalyze their recovery. Communication was stiff, needed to be improved, wired their ears to walls, then came monsoons.So another improvement, walls on the go, carried…

Every day after school, door slam for an entry on an exit. Left the whole world behind, entered a new one unaffected. Right with the other side not alone, accomplished objective. Every single day, hour after hour. Daydream of each other, even in the shower. Meds made appetite off-kilter, but you kept my life perfect through a filter. Never a day alone, never a day depressed. Took a tech…

Your panic attacks mean nothing. That’s what they show you, as their actions reverberate through your skull. Your depression means nothing, as the film grain is applied to the things you call memories, everything’s fuzzy and you feel so alone. Even though you have to share a home. I’m not a fan of this new nature we made…

Ithink it’s that time again when i can feel the pressure behind my windows I think I’ve got industrial grade sealant because whenever I get the point where the pressure builds only a few drops stream down I want them to shoot out and flood the sheets but they never do. Maybe my valve’s broken Maybe I need to hire a plumber to…

Ilike having this place to speak my mind, to get all the negative thoughts out of my head. I often feel less successful than my peers and I constantly feel like I’m sizing myself up against others. I hate how often I reflect on times in my life and am consistently disappointed and sickened by my actions.…

Thinking about this nightmare, with my dad in a room. Thinking about when he said to me “I gave up so much just for you” Thinking about the solemn rejection on his face Thinking about what I said. Thinking about the truths I released, that’d make him wish I were dead. I’m playing a game with a tutorial that states…

We all have nicotine nightmares,many scare off the hares,they’re soft noses twitch at every scream,but they’re just animals so they don’t know what they mean.How callous are we when we’re awake? When the only time we’re weak is when we dream of being eaten by snakes? My philosophy is that there is none, fighting it…

How did this all start when does this story begin when did I notice that the cycles applied to friends? We live in this wheel where every artist says it’s different and Dylan said there was too much, I found that to be repugnant. They pour their heart and soul to form these pieces saying this generation is the one to…

It doesn’t feel right, even my panic attacks feel unfulfilling now, and what kills me is I see it, and I can’t do anything but wait and wonder when it will happen when this all reaches it’s peak. I wanna rebel, and fuck this shit up, break the chain but I know what happens when you…