December 2010
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“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, because I’m not myself,...”
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Waste.
Waste away, day by day. You’re stuck with me, forever drowning in my misery. Tormenting gloom will flood this soulless room. Death embraces us with loving arms. I never knew someone would collect our bodies so dearly as such delicate charms. Drag your knife along my skin one last time. It saddens me to know this lovely bliss is considered a malevolent crime. Twisting our doomed fate, I beg...
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Bones.
Steal me just for today. No one’s bones have ever made me feel such a way. Rape me within my tomb. For your love will forever lift this veil of tormenting gloom.
[to be cont’d…]
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Dwell.
Locked away far inside. These depths within my mind are on an everlasting ride. For from this endless waterfall, my deepest throughts become so small. Against the ground, so weak and frail. All my dreams have delicately failed. Desire has seduced me into my tomb. Forever now will I drown in my self created gloom. Indulgence knows no worth. My own doing has forced my true being never to be given...
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Fear.
Diseased incurably. Dead eternally. I am death. There are no remains left, for never did I live with any true meaning. Feelings ceased to ever exist in my being. Clowns have shaped me. Your circus has made me. We dance with our never fading masks. Real must have been to much to ask. Endless sorrow floods our cries. It is here where we’re all blessed to die. Sing with me inside my tomb. Here...
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Grave.
I have faded. I am scattered in all ways exempt from ever being found. Tarnished dreams flood this never born life, gasping for breath so delicately. Frail yet strong. For love is strong as this demise I have become. Decrepit lungs, now pierced, bleed out into this dying river of my fallen soul. These holes tear at my being. Begging for their true form to live, just once. Pleading with me, as this...
Lita in Multi Glitter...
Why you sell out on me?
cuddlesockmonkeys:
Fun fact: The hatter is mad because in the 18th century mercury salts were used in the making of fancy felt hats. Hat makers would receive mercury poisoning from handling this material day to day. Those so exposed would in time develop uncontrollable twitches and trembles, making them appear demented to the casual observer.
I can't see.
Sparkles smother my entire field of vision. Pain slowly emerges, emanating from my right eye. My world no longer has any depth, or regular color. For it has turned into an endless swirl of iridescent luster.
Just like a drug, this noise fills me, captivates...
fromme-toyou:
As November slips away the last leaves fall on Central Park West making way for the winter air and snow filled trees…
