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Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ... I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered With the merciless blow, like finding out you'll die just before Christmas
My name is insanity. See the way my teeth bleed, My eyes shine, My cackles echo through the corridors of night. Do you see my stretching smile? I know you do.
Come here, and lend your ear. For there is a word That you really must hear. If not, life would be unassured. So listen, please, I ask a favor.
Skin on skin As the morning comes We were out too late We don’t mind Being tired the next day Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone We are no longer alone Flesh on flesh
My chest pinches in an uncomfortable way the air will not flow right slowly seeping out and leaving me breathless Tears begin to collect, from the pain, the pressure,
I am insecure. I am retarded. I am artistic. I am so Hipster. I am a Goth. I am a Skater. I am a prune. I am the devil and your favorite whore. I am a guardian angel.
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath. two beers shots shots shots shots shots dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation
There was another reality
Her heart is slowly dying. Her scars grow deeper and deeper. As she is no longer trying. Only watching the calamity beat her. The fire surrounds her soul. She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
There is a fire that wells inside of my stomach A raging flame slowly burning every inch of my flesh as darkness settles over inching creeping