Otherwise, ya'll keep up the good work and please enjoy my work.


Of This and ThatOf love, of lust. Of longing and craving. Of sorrow, and of depression. Of darkness, and yet light. This all I do write. Started by myself, so I finish myself. A kiss, a hug, a touch. of much I write, of much I desire. Yet I can have nothing, only because I complain.Of This and That


Self Creation,Self DestructionCreate for me myself. Mold me to my liking. Give me a name, an identity. So after you cease, I can destroy myself and be pleased.Self Creation,Self Destruction


A Tale of UsThis static, just so eratic. Another touch, your very own cruch. Left in the pit, just a pile of shit. Forever to be lost, Souls the cost. A mind to waste, so I make haste. Till tomorrow doth dawn, I am your pawn. So I shall wait, you I shall decapitate. No more, no less, like a game of chess. With no piece left, made off with theft. We never get release, forever insearch of peace. Once diminished, now I am finished.A Tale of Us


Till Tomorrow's SunTake my hand blessed child. You are made to succeed. Never give into loss, nor sorrow, The negative is not for you. The brightness of good and positive, This is what you command. Given time to grow, you shall be great. Better than I or anyother. Remember this my child, You are all that is, and never will your path be blocked.Till Tomorrow's Sun


I DiedThe tomb is set. The stone carved. The soil moist andI Died
Upturned. A fresh grave for fresh Blood.
The flowers are lain. The black roses amongst
The weeds and dirt.
Night falls. No lights, no sounds. No music.
I wake in my coffin. Blackness becomes blackness In my eyes. My ears muted. I panic, gasp Claustrophobia spreads. My screams are muffled by The hand that takes me in. My words silenced. Energy wasted on escape. Nothing comes.
I died twice.
This is my mind.


The Swelling DamnationRunning again is futile. The harsh reality hasn’t sunk In, and I drill away at the images.The Swelling Damnation
To plunge this sacrilegious Arthame Into my skin would be a pleasure of
Pain. But the usage is wasteful.
I lie in the river Like a damned Ophelia Of sorts. Who sings and cradles to She as the swirling eddies Take her to her fate.
From beneath the water I look up to a sky so full of hope And bask in its heat and light. I adjoin to this place of rest, Where courage may take me And strengthen the rest of you.


DeathsportDeathsportDeathsport
Life is on a knife’s edge Blood on one blade Tears on the other Laying spread-eagle in your trap My heart thrashing, hammering Against the bars of my rib cage One nail is in my coffin
What sordid game is this? What prize do you get? Goblets full of mother’s misery Bloodstained hands of victory Or over another pre-eminently
Rip me to shreds bloodhound Flesh in your teeth Chattering in another Laying in the fifth of your sinking sand My body is flumping, floundering In the darkness of your spirit The


Vox et Praeterea NihilVOX ET PRAETEREA NIHILVox et Praeterea Nihil
Bring forth the chains that hang you In a cocoon of steel Bring forth the key And the scraps for a meal Now my Nightingale sings for me.
Your song is all you have Your freedom belongs to me You’re not like the dove The prettiest in the tree But song is the ripest fruit you bear The luscious plum and juiciest pear The wine stained lips Mistress of rhythm with swaying hips Seductress of song
So bring forth my nightingale Swinging by the window Close the curtains Cover the sky she used to know &n
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metaphorical sushi
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Have you ever wanted nothing more...than to just get lost in the woods? To lose yourself in the expanse of the world, and not have to worry about anything at all?
Mark blocked your phone number..
*pokes again and smiles slightly*
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Look into a mirror, are YOU really looking back?
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