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Will or Prophecy
There has been a call; a beast to unleash. Don’t come any closer; This scene is obscene. The trumpets will ring, the beast is released, Then plague and disease will fill up the streets..
The time has ceased! Gods can’t keep it at ease!
I’m broken and weak, because the devil took my peace.
My confidence I seek, but I lie to believe, The benefits in doubts; All fall with the leaves. In the…
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Rainbow Lights
Where one night will become brighter than the rest.
The moon echoed a silence,
It made way for a difference.
There’s no heart in you I see
The bitch who never loved you,
Her true colors are clearly seen.
Where is she now?
I don’t know she left me standing,
She didn’t look back; she said it was dark and she thought I left.
You’d think Id learn my lesson by now,
There’s this one and there’s that…
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Cake//Tea He looked down at his cup and began to think about his happiness. What made him happy?
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ChristmasLightsInTheSummer Pray for me my dear, because soon I'll be out of here. From the pain given by your stake,
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TheFeelingIsMutual I like to torture myself with heartache, I want to see what the stake in my heart looks like with your hand at the end.
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B(W)ITCH Her ruby smile Her smokey coal finished nails Her style colored mild faltered; flattered I'll be if she notices me.
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B(W)ITCH Her ruby smile Her smokey coal finished nails Her style colored, mild faltered, flattered I'll be if she notices me.
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Life in a Coffin
I am dead. There is a perspective that I admire from my situation. I can see life in a different way; I appreciate it differently than a lot of you. I do not know who I am, or what I am or what race or gender I am, all I know is that I am alive. I feel like you don’t understand that being in my situation may strike a lot of questions or make no sense, however understand this, I may be dead but I…
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(Candis)
A perfect woman for a more than imperfect man; she became his whole world, no one was paid any more than a slight kind gesture of “good morning”, followed by no eye contact and no potential or expectation for a greeting back. He was swallowed by a corporate monster that consumed lost souls into its abyss of a daily routine lifestyle; stale coffee in the mornings and cigarette buds under the…
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SouthAmericanWhiteRabbit
Is there another way to picture the silhouette painted on the wall of her perfection. This is my way of a mental perception; we all see our own monsters and demons the way we would rather see them. We make light of darkness because we choose to accept what we have and learn to embrace it. My beautiful little sickness is my love for what I cannot seem to let go. Her skin so pale, the way she can…
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Watch “Cris&Nait – Aggressive Driving 101” on YouTube So I have this little "wannabe" short video thing I call "Cris&Nait" which is basically a recording of my own thoughts and how I have a conflicting personality, basically a bad and good.
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Catch one of Phoenix AZ’s local bands Hitokiri tearing shit up last night. Facebook link for Hitokiri: https://m.facebook.com/HitokiriAZ/
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Childhood horrors
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Abducted..
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I wondered why it hurt me so much, I wanted to smash her face into the wall and break her nose into her skull and hear her teeth break inside her mouth. I was only trying to show her something I like; she’s not my mother but my mom would say the same fucking thing, “no I don’t care about that.” Hearing her say that to me brought me back to the hate and the rage I’ve been so conveniently holding in from all those years of hearing it from my mother. I understand that I’m not a pleasant person to interact with, but you can’t treat me like a son and reject me like my mother, not in my castle.
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Where the expressions are blank like the look on your face when you saw it walk through the door. You felt safe, you felt sheltered, but when it creeps up silently and you feel it like soft whispers crawling up your fingertips to a climax of pulses in your head, thats when you know you are fucked. It's fear that keeps us awake at night, it's fear that feeds our horrors. This is who we are, and how we were made to be. -blluntspeech.-
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