The Tortured Poets Department Lyrics Novels & Stories

I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999 Waiting for the exhale I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail Stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill Sometimes I don't know how to feel Ring-ring, phone call from depression You used my past and my memories as a weapon On the other line, I talk to addiction, huh Speaking of the devil, all the drugs, I miss them This can't be real, is it fiction? Something' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, d

I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You I didn't find that romantic laugh at anyplace I didn't find that pleasing fragrance anyplace I didn't witness that colourful style/grace at anyplace I didn't find that lovely innocence at anyplace Always remain as you are I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like you I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like you I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like you

Vincent's poem thus; When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark. I could no longer fight this battle with myself and Jeffrey.

They are charging you with singing other people's songs and marketing them as your songs, that you have been penning songs that you have zero right to sing. The room seemed to shudder. "That is a lie," I screamed, pounding my head. My chest constricted, breathing more than sufficient with rushed urgency. "That is not a lie, that is madness! You know me. You know the ways and means that I work, how long I've—" My voice was gruff and I closed my lips, holding my hammered fist in front of my face as the horror escaped.

The men advanced, their footsteps heavy against the concrete floor, echoing through the vast emptiness of the warehouse. Each step seemed to amplify the hopelessness of their situation, the realization that this could be the end. Sophia tightened her grip on Ethan’s hand, her heart thundering in her chest. Beside her, Lily clung to her, her eyes wide with terror. Sophia’s mind raced, searching for a way out, a miracle that would save them. But there was nothing. No escape, no allies, only the cold, hard truth that they were trapped.

Maybe I'll kiss your scars and wrap your insecurities around the sun and we will watch it burn like the sky on a new year. Maybe I'll kiss your soul and ask your spirit if it is new here.. I've seen you before I've loved you before I died and came back Just to love you some more_______ CRYSTAL------ Before you met me, my day was calm and my night was restless I am not oblivious to the chaos asleep in my heart Or the tornado flushing in my head There is a hurricane wheezing around my lungs A summer heat bubbling in my belly Pent up frustration hovers beside my ears

I’m only kind to those I like. And I really like you. I thought the fabrics would make your Friday. Please accept them. Next message was sent three hours ago. I stand before you, But through opacity you see me. You know who I am, But you don't see who I am. It has been a torturous wait, In hell I burned my faith. I've ripped my hair And gouged mine eyes. Darkened my soul, For my life I despised. My palms I've powdered, For when I hold you next…

I reached my home in no time I threw the front door open as soon as the door closes behind me I sink into the floor, my legs pain running my body parts screamed in anguish, I felt feverish or was my body burning after gathering a little energy I got up and walked towards my room, the heat in my body torture me to death I convince myself to take a cold shower

As my consciousness began to fade, I forced myself to reach out and fumble for the burner phone hidden on me. [That favor you owe me—you can pay it back now.] The moment the message had been sent, both the display on my phone and my mind plunged into darkness. I had no idea how much time had passed before the pungent stench of disinfectant finally jarred me awake. My body felt as though it had been crushed into pieces and then forcefully patched back together. The hollow emptiness in my lower abdomen served as a constant, brutal reminder of everything that had just transpired.

It stung deeper as a prose rang in his mind; 'Twinkles, twinkles in the world; gone for the birth of a mightier us. Good or bad, right or wrong; being the strongest wins it all. Dimming, dimming we call you to be; rest your soul for our piece of peace.' "Argh..." he groaned. Staggering to the side of the road, he crouched next to the cracked pavement. The lines kept repeating on their own. It was as if there were hundreds of nails hammering on him, attaching the belongings he refused to take.