Furtive KissesThe wind blows, more like kisses, through my hair. The sun is MIA, but that goes unnoticed. The rain floats down, rather than falling, gently kissing my exposed skin. I can hear the clouds pushing against each other, children grasping for the door at the same time. Bang! Like a blanket the clouds envelope the atmosphere. I can smell the salty innocence of the rain as it falls. I can taste the delicious rain as it drops onto my cheek and rolls onto my eager tongue. Overcast; depressing other peoples’ days, yet my day thrives for this. I hear nothing now. I smell the grass, wet. The fading snow, now, too very aromatFurtive Kisses
Alcoholic DreamsLike a doorway to his tenuous soul, He escapes the streets to his local pub. Drowning his sorrows and numbing his whole, Subconsciously reaching for another mug. His electric blue eyes now immersed in bloodshot, Drooping atop his cup he mumbles no insight. Like a littered bulletin since long forgot, His tears escape, eyes closing, flung toward the light.Alcoholic Dreams
God, Help MeWhispered words from a heart gone broken. The glistening words that have yet been spoken. Blank walls give a pathway to empty heads, But, rogue walls are painted in blues and reds. Let's draw us a picture derived from our own minds, And break free of the controlled single-file lines. We fight and fight but to no avail, Unmoving hands pierced by rusty nails. Falling in to their thought of a perfect mold, The metal lab table, a gnawing cold. Writhing around in their warped grips, Stitching razor wire through twinge lips.God, Help Me
Pain Is BeautifulFloating between life and death's solitude he delves. Stitched together dreams walk, talk and sleep themselves. A yawning tomorrow lingers with a tingling cold throbbing insanity. Through batting eyelashes and twitching lip, she screams, "This is all for Vanity!"Pain Is Beautiful
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-No matter how much you loved someone,
You'll always step back when their pool of blood reaches
your feet-
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"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched, as they surely will be, by the better angels of our nature."
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-No matter how much you loved someone,
You'll always step back when their pool of blood reaches
your feet-
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“Until this moment, I never understood how hard it was to lose something you never had.”
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-No matter how much you loved someone,
You'll always step back when their pool of blood reaches
your feet-
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-No matter how much you loved someone,
You'll always step back when their pool of blood reaches
your feet-
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Do you like gore? Blood? Boobies!? Then boy howdy do I have a gallery for you!
Donate a corpse today and get FREE Cadaver Bacon! YUMYUM.
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