Chaotic threads of thought rip through my mind, boiling and seething with madness. The sharp bite of pain ebbs and flows as my life’s blood drains in darkness.
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Casualty
Chaotic threads of thought rips through my mind… boiling and seething in madness. The sharp bite of pain ebbs and flows, as my life’s blood drains in darkness. A downtown street, or a vast, inhospitable wasteland, this is no place to die. I don’t know how I got here… I barely remember why. Unforgiving, endless… Continue reading Casualty
Truth
I feel you pulsing, quick and calm. I hear you calling my name and I answer, moaning in pain and pleasure. I’ve heard the voices; telling me you’ve used me just to fill your hopeless voids. And it’s okay because my pain pleases both of our senses. Your nails scrape at my wrists and the… Continue reading Truth
invade me
invade me and full me with your esence, invade me and feed me with your lust, invade me and destroy our distance, invade me and explote my senses with your everything, invade me and let me taste your flavour ones more, invade me and show me the place, where I never gonna be alone again,… Continue reading invade me
“The Duality of Existence”
I lie in quiet fascination of this sleeping body beside me. Our breath flowing in practiced rhythm to the drum roll of our heartbeats. My senses fill with that indescribable yet all too familiar scent. I still remember. My hand laid across her skin, feeling her warm life beneath my calloused fingers. I clench her… Continue reading “The Duality of Existence”
iron ledge
into the yard i still walk slowly… between the graves i might find the bullets. in the eyes, in the middle of your foreheads, thoughts will be stolen from thee. tonite is going be late, the shine is rising by now, everything new, everything lightly.
Suicide
Oh…this really hurts, so sharp is the pain But the sacrifice is worth all the gain Look at my river as it flows Draining my soul of all its woes The tingles begin in my fingers Spreading slowly as it lingers
Wonder drug
reach out just a little farther and he can touch it that glass ball that surrounds him keeps him so far away from it all that he forget what the real world feels like
Obsidian Nightmares
The temptation of sleep wraps its chains hard around you and drags you deep into its own world, construed. Reverences of monsters yield forms much too true, suspending your blood while your mind forces through.
Rebellion Against Nature, Acceptance by Default
i am angry. yes, i am indeed. anger that i’ve let in voluntarily for the first time since the last time i had let it loose. though, it’s not the same furious anger that whips out at anything in range. but the coldness is there. and it’s real. i am angry at people thinking and… Continue reading Rebellion Against Nature, Acceptance by Default