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002.Do you remember growing up, forced to take sides? Mommy and Daddy ain't so nice.002.
All your life you've waited in line, waiting for this thing they call innocence, all whilst you've been torn to choose; who do you love the most ? Well, there ain't no innocence where the sun don't shine.
Then you find yourself sitting on the railline, reminescing of the days you were a baby, Mommy didn't cry so much, Daddy was still around. (you wrote your secret plea in the dirt. Save me; save me. I'm just a little baby.)
Years later it's hidden under six feet of dirt a
by ~panatonic
001.i'm just a little moundshroud, sitting on the ground.001.
but how did you get that bubble gum in your hair, miss? well i'll tell you, young one; i got it from being a little moundshroud, sitting on the ground.
by ~panatonic
suicide anthem.I like to push the clock hands back so I can vanquish the skeletons in my closet.suicide anthem.
An hour ago I killed my mother; smothered her, threw her in the closet I did.
My closet.
My closet.
My closet. Glued by cobwebs to the back of my closet, she is.
A day ago I killed my father; beat him, threw them in the closet I did. My closet.
by ~panatonic
arsenic.We’re dancing in the arsenic aftermath of our human world. Blood. Smoke. Flesh. Fire. Carnage.arsenic.
Your eyes flash with the hunger of an angry lioness. You love this, this is your dream. All the ground around us is burning everybody alive, yet you don’t seem to notice. Your eyes are fixed on me, watching me as I escape the deathly inferno myself.
It burns and carnages, just as the Holy book depicted it would be. It never showed us the chaos, the agony of the mind. You’re in the inferno as well. Yet, you stand there untouched, unscathed. Is this possible? Are you an angel? A demon? Are you even real?
by ~panatonic
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Jericho - Draft IIII.Jericho - Draft III
I forged myself from knotted wind, from sky-born flame and sun-laden cactus flowers
sweetened with winter rain.
I have devoured the heaven-baked bread scattered liberally by an unseen hand, and I have marched step for step in the counsel of your angels.
Until now.
II.
Jericho stood in cold calculation, his steeled eyes gazing over a galaxy of star-speckled sand.
I am blind.
III.
Seven years I circled you, screaming silence at your wire-tipped walls, the Covenant crushing my shoulders,&#
by *aillesdors
i got angry at youthrow out the trash you keep in your 'open book'.i got angry at you
open your closet and show your true fucking face
who gives a fuck if it hurts you son of a bitch. it's false advertising
to keep doing what you are now,
and it's so fucking misleading, bringing to the table what you do. constantly painting your face, devouring piece of my soul
just because you fucking can.
by ~suppxgisus
if everything was as i want itout of the sewer it crawled such a vile face took me by surprise. it crawled in my lungs, and used them as it's home. soon there were many of them, it seemed and I knew they must leave, or soon I would die. I cut open my chest with a paperclip and some string, and sprinkled poison, just enough to kill them, but not enough to harm me. I used too much and was ill for days, lying in bed, breath shallow and distant, rendering me speechless. my lungs felt hollow and dirty, and I knew they needed to be serviced. I called in the doctor,if everything was as i want it
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