Drunk to the bone on red. It always goes too far, hmm? Leaving that lingering.. flat bland taste of regret. In this world of pain nothing is pure, and nothing to get hung about. Lips stained with sorrys.. so bittersweet ( Read more... )

you and your good ideas and your looking away and your screaming no my screaming at you and and and..
my stomach is screaming.. and my liver has it in its head that i want it gone. because i attacked them raw and gave no time to adjust. but i lied to my liver and my stomach; i do.i want them gone ( Read more... )

Everything is happening everywhere all of the time. Your room, walls, cell, small crack of land, whatever you're using to call home- it's not the ends of the universe.

The vine and mist of jungle coexists with your fog and your fearfulness, the ghosts of the past wail in tempo with your so-called now, echoing off the ebon face of Eternity.

deo ( Read more... )

Such thoughts. They clutter and cloy and bedevil one so.
It's sickening.

You.Still the same, there as here. Are these revolting images yours? Exit wounds are not meant to write letters to God, little heretic.

But to you, advice; here is how to revive your corpse. {Works the same way when you become a vampyre, or so I've heard..} Lay over the top ( Read more... )

I felt myself slip away from God. Watched the devils advocate, seek to woo me, sway me to their cause. It's a little scary, if you think about it, the passionate need to belong to someone ( Read more... )

Flying from the pit with the moon 'round my waist. We'll see who sheds last blood.

I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep
the results of blood-sample as a souvenir. You once gave me those undeniable
butterflies that I haven't felt in years, you know.

Nothing will be given to me. An iron ring. An oath.
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sand is over-rated...it's just tiny little rocks ( Read more... )

Help me! attend!! I've misplaced my soul. I've lost it to little pathogenic organisms and molecular formulas, to magnetic fields and pharmakinetics of psychoactive drugs ( Read more... )

A pyrrhic measure! In charvatars formed by the ~silver tongues of fire. Let it come.
Zero can be a very large number. Another fairytale fades to grey..stuck together with God's glue.

When god doesn't give you lemons, deform and paint an orange to look like one. Many-fingered, a silver tongue, a whis~pered word in the dark that makes one believe ( Read more... )

A nightmare; veiled in the cloak of time unspent ( Read more... )