your insides are rotten, hey mister, you're dropping
the entrails and organs your stepping on popping
like puss filling ooze ridden sores slowly burning
fire in the whole isn't so hott &
acidity hurts like painstaking learning

Envisions colliding, renditions in hiding, with just thirty of those twenty four slowly passing- ticking and locking of movements still rocking, no matter how harshly one's forcing does try- clock inches; futures do solemnly prove in which moments do move that a passionate class above nothing is true, and torture of less gruesome fates is of ( Read more... )

fraudulent measures for taking what pleasures do seem to intoxicate minds ( Read more... )

nothing.
...or is it something more?

reds and blacks.
...like a hole in the heart

can't handle.
...and i'm a step away from falling in

This correlation isn't one he made so simply, and so he suffered with the rivets in his forehead from confusion growing larger. Venom tasted like a syrup drowning him in thickness, tricky like the carosel goes round and down. The apples eaten tasted like magic, tragic was the choking bite, and when he died he liked to fake his living ( Read more... )

and he knew not but what he saw, yet blinding eyes were all he had and driving love for loving's sake had naught but driven mad. he took her hands and wiped her tears and calmed her fears and saved the years of torment she had lived so nightly; lightly he caressed her face. lace never felt this soft. aloft her body draped so silent, fate was right ( Read more... )

He suffers a blow like an unheard of crash, falling just inches away from his mind. He loses another touch, feeling so lonely, dark and so cold in a shivering room. The corners are full of the shadows from his thoughts, twisting and bending to his breaths, his coughs. Naught but a naughty thought, he can not close his mind and the opening doors ( Read more... )

Curiosity dabbled on his palette of jugdement, mixing the scheme of his painted picture ( Read more... )

He cares like he creates, with speed and talent. He loves like he writes, with depth and honesty. He kisses like he eats, all wet and dirty. He tragically fell, and his knees with his heart, were shocked by his smile. He hadn't done often, for breathing hadn't made him all the better, and touches hadn't had that static like they should have. ( Read more... )

Face full of lusting, he galantly woes, reeling and feeling and steeling he throws it in all dirty directions from smile to smile, making note of each licked lip, bit lip and moan. He suppresses desire from each lacking try; his caress-need fire- promising love- covers all of his tracks, taking nothing of effort to thwart off his lies. Sounds of ( Read more... )