They call it reality spasm, come purple ghost rising to the ceiling. A blaze of heat, some ferocious trick devouring the mind. Once your there your home, 13 hours to catch the last fall back into your body. Comes like clockwork, a sick joke counting backwards to the punchline. It issues it sentence and once… Continue reading Reality Spasm (13 hours)
Tag: conscience
Pretty Doll
stitched red lips, curvy hips perfect tits, it all fits pretty face, what a waste useless, ruined, takes up space nice legs, stupid mind easy to use, hard to find beautiful lips, silky hair defective, deceitful waste of air no conscience, easily manipulated, but her soul is so tainted, easy lay, use my cunt breaking… Continue reading Pretty Doll
Evade
Rape my vulnerable disillusioned state again, Disclose your obvious intentions and carry out this precarious performance, Your instinctive seduction elapses with perpetual insufficiencies of conscience and compassion, The friction of the your heated caress lingers as my tolerance is compromised
Alone
She sat with her back to the door of her tiny bedroom. The lightning was dim, she loved the way she could manipulate the dark in her room. It came and left as she pleased; she liked to be in control.
Bending walls
She was riding her demon of passions through the gates he had already opened for her. Somehow the past refused to die but she refused to let it get to her understanding ways. Just like an array of sadness she wept over the most glorious things, and when darkness was nowhere to be found she… Continue reading Bending walls
Sam
Have you no remorse? A dream is burning Above the fields, Smoke is turning.
I’m A Junkie
It rushes through barriers I’ve built And goes straight to my head I can feel the silence descend on my eyes While I watch my innocence die by the door
In a blistering dream
I scream in the night Hoping beyond indifference As a lost bullet finds flesh My screams will find a soul
the thinking of man..dark and light
man has always been double sided,not just good..not just evil.
Lost in a Maze
Have you ever wondered why you were so depressed or all of a sudden consumed by a blanket of eerie sadness? I have ever since 8th grade started for me. I’m now a freshman and school has been hell ever since I walked through those open double doors. I mean, I don’t get messed with… Continue reading Lost in a Maze