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land dwellers

Ignorant, pessimistic, social land dwellers! Living your lives with deceit and corruption. Basing your soul existence on the income of your jobs. So high and mighty does your pedestal take you, Above the madness of the world. Only, it takes you to a harsher death of not only the body… but the mind. How does… Continue reading land dwellers

Published 2003/09/11
Categorized as uncategorized Tagged brainless, child labor, flesh, pedestal, powerful tools, prisoners, shields, sleezy

eyeliner floods

Repitions of building up you and breaking you down dominate my thoughts Every aspect of you is over analyzed The confusion of emotions consumes as your pedestal crumbles Leaving me lonely and lying on the floor covered in it’s rubble

Published 2003/04/28
Categorized as poetic Tagged decsion, embrace, floods, nostalgia, pedestal, state doesn, sunlight, tile

rantings

Welcome to my stormy skies behind the clouds are only lies. Take a long look in my eyes, can you see what I disguise?

Published 2003/01/31
Categorized as poetic Tagged cheeks, clouds, ears, look in my eyes, pedestal, satisfaction, stormy skies

untitled rantings

Welcome to my stormy skies behind the clouds are only lies. Take a long look in my eyes, can you see what I disguise?

Published 2003/01/27
Categorized as poetic Tagged cheeks, clouds, ears, look in my eyes, pedestal, satisfaction, stormy skies

No-one Ever Notices

Sometimes I actually believe that no-one around me understands anything, its like i have to sit on some fucking pedestal and listen to a bunch of assholes talk shit and tell me i need to get better through a pill…..fuck them im not taking their goddamn miracle drugs to fuck me up even more.

Published 2002/10/21
Categorized as darkness Tagged brainwashing, cheer, fucking clue, heart, life threatening disease, miracle drugs, pedestal, talk shit

My Broken Pieces

I sit here tapping my fingers against the keyboard, not knowing what might escape from my mind. I scrape my plate of the worn scraps left over from last midnight’s feast. Then take a gulp of the ecstasy known in disproportion.

Published 2002/06/03
Categorized as darkness Tagged broken pieces, cold shoulder, loneliness, pedestal, perches, revelations, scraps, torment

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