MortEnter we now into the vastness of death, Crossing the Dark and lonesome expanse. Carried By the Freezing, Rushing Breath. Retired from the mortal Dance.Mort
And low doth the reaper Swing his scythe. To take the life of a king. Just as he has to so many before. Death Destroys such beautiful things.
Skin doth Wither, Hair Doth Fall. And our inevitable doom, Shall consume us all.
X-Mas ThotsAlone. Now I know how all those Christmas Suicides feel. Full of regret for something I can't change. Like a turtle dove whose mate died at the hands of some Urchin. Like a Yule tide caroler who finds freedom in a .45 I'm tired of this lone existence. Tred of feelinglike a lost glass slipper. All I want for christmas is someone to slip under the mistletoe with. All I want... Is to love... and be loved back...X-Mas Thots
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DaydreamsGod, I hate this feel. This shit existence, of In, Out, In, Out Clarity. Sleeping but not dreaming. Nightmare Visions. Demon Fetus, Leaking Ichor, Breathing Flame, Spitting its bloodied vomit into the open chest cavity of our reality. Dreams of Failure, Destruction. The ultimate Damning Curse. Dreams Creaed by the cruel goD. Namless, Faceless. How do you fight what you cant see?Daydreams
Rhymes: A Euthenised MindSkit, skat. Pitter, pat. Rain full of pain. life in the fast lane.Rhymes: A Euthenised Mind
Eye see you, do you see me? Bustin' Free. Sewin' Seeds of deciet Breakin' down at ya feet. Layin' There, For you to beat, And defeat. Like life does anyway. Ya jus' can't get away. Ya string's afray. 'Bout to give way. A life o' pain about to end. Darkness is your only friend.
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A Scattered Dream That's Like a Far Off Memory, A Far Off Memory That's Like a Scattered Dream. I Want to Line the Pieces Up, Yours and Mine...
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