Truth is a Variation of a Lie Why is everything so bittersweet; or is it just she who looks at life with bittersweet eyes? The moon. She says it is so beautiful, but it makes her sad. Beauty makes her sad because nothing, no one can ever match it perfectly. Tears. Her tears are cried to get rid of pain, yet it hurts in itself. What reason is there for crying, she asks? Cold nights…chilling beauty…a frightening embrace….is it death?Truth is a Variation of a Lie
To touch a glass of b
BetrayalThis suffocation; Relaxing of the lungs and letting go of what never thought to show itself.Betrayal
Vice grip of statues that come alive to touch the heart that dies inside. If you held on to my fading life, why did I pass through the sands of time?
I’m watching, waiting, and killing you. Deep inside, this is what you wanted me to do. Forever broken, and spoken true; you’re only there because I hated you.
And deep in the oceans, I’ll throw my key. This is who you’re supposed to be. But I sought to change your lies— they c
Unconscious HeartFeel good baby and go to hell. There you will listen to the secrets I tell. Humiliation and desecration upon your bloody being, And I will never be what I seem to be..."happy"... Cut deeper, dearest, and do revel, Take pleasure in this high that consumes yourself, Ecstasy, impurity, demented delusions, galore. Say it honey, say you want this, so much more. Kill me lover, reap my misery. Live off the darkness that threatens to destroy me, Rip out the 4 chambered organ that beats death, so calm, upon your hand, One for love, the second hate, then pain, aUnconscious Heart
UntitledIt’s tears that touch and, inside me, you’re the one that dreams to be. And within this, is what I’ll never see; lies intertwining, its all for me.Untitled
This hand that shakes for you to hold leaden with more than ashen gold. Priceless in a way that cannot be real; I hate the way you make me feel.
This fucking power inside my heart searching for memories to break apart. Inside this dream, I’ll wear my veil, But inside of me, I’m just as frail.
Jealousy and bloodshot eyes, this is where I yearn to die. And with it all, I
Six Ways to Hear GoodbyeSix Ways to Hear GoodbyeSix Ways to Hear Goodbye
At first it will be as if no words exist – as if everything has become unnamed. It will approach sense only haltingly, like a half-remembered password, and you will hear mostly the gravel in it, grinding under tires on the interstate.
Repeated quickly, another time, you will hear how some syllables seem to be describing your own dry throat, your own dogged thirst to sell your clothes and that bed and move away – ahead of all the coal dust and dead canaries.
Swallowing what you can of it, you will b
meh
Unhappy
i am trying my best~
thanks again.
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Don't Hit Kids.
No, seriously, they have guns now.
finally got on here huh.
Certainly a better author than I ^^
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Don't Hit Kids.
No, seriously, they have guns now.
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