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Ticks and LeechesDistained with stones and blood, Hurt enough to dig, but not be free of dirt. Crawl back to break some gentle bones.Ticks and Leeches
I want to take a perfect step, not leave a trail for all to see, then fall beyond to sweet, discolored change.
A bloodied mouth and stitched up lips and swallowed teeth from bitter slips of tounges and nails, set paths that fail. Underneath, think hard, inhale and suffer silence.
Open this and fuck it up, pull it back and wire it shut. Leave it in the ground to rot.
by ~poisonDevil
Empires of AutumnAs leaves burn away, change and fall, dragged to the ground, now colour and crisp, the sky is cold tonight.Empires of Autumn
Black clouds dance and stream across the burning red, they knocked the wind right out of me.
Untouched as this is beautiful to me.
Stuck creep breathe inside of me, this is mine and all is me, the ground is gone the trails of dead, left lines in my mind
stuck in there, pull me in.
scream to you, bleed with you, bored of you settle me deep in holes or roots, cool air to keep it calm, keep it soft.
And you, synthetic you, so asthetic, disconnect it t
by ~poisonDevil
Breeding GroundMy mind is a cell of dead thoughts and ghosts all deceived beneath my skin. I think of you, once colour and sky, now pale and weak and thin.Breeding Ground
My room is dark and shaddows shout outside the room I stay. I think of you but thoughts will take my oxygen away.
When my mind attends the overdrive I jump from under sheets. I loose my breathe, sweat and scream and think of ways to sleep.
No dampened heart inside my mouth, no blood flow down my face,
the fear and heartache not from you but life and death and space.
My mind will think, then rot.
by ~poisonDevil
HaloFilthy Poison circles run skin like folds of beauty layered in this.Halo
Just spawn like flies in a jar, some inept deceptive creation.
Choke on spit and blood, what’s left is searing eyes through red and black approached a line of creation, now pull it back.
A deadened blow to the back of the skull left him scratching at the surface trying to get back in.
We began to slide down the lines, react like chains of steel, we are all involved and will always end up burnt.
I can't wait to step the ledge, or pull the metal back and jump the wires that hold me up because now I’m seething to
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i sent you a note the other day, did you get it?
-+Amy+-
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Can't you see that sometimes I need to be bothered? That sometimes I push you away, hoping that you'll care enough to come back and try again?
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All day is not completely wasted, if i'm completely wasted all day.
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In heaven all the interesting people are missing.
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All day is not completely wasted, if i'm completely wasted all day.
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In heaven all the interesting people are missing.
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In heaven all the interesting people are missing.
Who is this?
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All day is not completely wasted, if i'm completely wasted all day.
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