In all myAn unbraced fall initiated, my spinal column compressed to a 90 degree corpse halfway submerged in a dense soil. A curious goddess of nature can tear reality from your grasp. That which has the power to destroy has an overwhelming force to be acknowledged. We tip our hats only to that which we can decimate. Fucking cowards.In all my
I'm asphyxiating on my own smile, a death turned upside down and inside out leaves us with an image of black sheep. A vacuum of light and sound in reverse. The ability to float in absence.
I used to be afraid of silver halide. Now I can use it to show you how fucking wrong you are.
Alarming amountBeing woke from a dream, Into a dream like scenario Who would have thought Waking into a nightmare wouldAlarming amount
be this easy
I scratch and claw to keep The memories I have with you They get smaller as the days go They can fit into my pocket now.
I've spent an alarming amount of Time running to the last location I Remember being with you because This distance warps into walls My legs won't let me jump
over any more
When I think I might be awake My routine takes over wheel and brake Because my eyes can't decide which
Paragon of ParanoiaCan you please stop the car-- My stomach contents escape me, again A complacent glitch of this world waved as we passed I swear I saw it whisper "your glowing".Paragon of Paranoia
A final scribble of words combined into one Predates the last pill to punctuate my exit.
Subtle control breaks through my phobias But I couldn't make eye contact. It still scares the hell out of me.
The heart of the king is within reach, strangely enough I'm content with wine and cheese.
Hands wireless to eyes, it breaks communication every once in a while.
Alot can happen in r
ChoicePerplexed. A gaping wall of red brick stood before him. By his own lament his head ungraciously fell upon the surface. Abnormally cold. How appropriate. Grey mortar identified with his emotional state simultaneously. Only a pale outline of everything important. Yet this kept all reality in order, as the mortar kept the bricks in line. Willingly or not, he had no choice as he spun his body and threw himself onto the disgustingly solid surface which lay under his feet. Fucked. And he had no choice. A small leak broke within himself and it grew uncontrollably. Visible to no one, he wept. And he sat. And he wept. Without a hand to raise his chin,Choice
Red & White
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Sometimes, a bomb can change the World
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Poetry is the perfume of the soul - ~soul-perfume
My Prose - ~Lady-Lullabies
How are you this fine day?
See you around
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You're my thrill, you do something to me,
You send chills right through me,
When I look at you
'Cause you're my thrill
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"So often the church has marched hand in hand with the military
Casting its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield
Each stab of a bayonet is God's word...
For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons."-Crass
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