Live life.Sounds dumb, but I owe that person.
Have a pastry, forget about the world for a while.
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Blind DecaySomething in me left that day letting me fade and die away. Letting my conscience rot, decay. Letting my frailties have their say. My silence folded me, scolded me, molded me, I was so bare, my mind reeling sickly. The cycle wore on rapidly, quickly, obsession would taunt me, haunt me, miss me. Cheerlessness mocked me, refused to let me be, refused to let me see what I was lacking. It sent you packing. So nerve racking, this ringing in my ears. This intolerable, deplorable, insufferable ringing, singing, &nBlind Decay
Our Distracted FocusServile to the ground below, we can barely stand, but we journey on overturned and underappreciated, composing music and writing poetry. Equipped with unseeing eyes and useless ears, wordless lips, and emptiness, we journey on. Above the chill of earth underfoot, and below the mystery of sky overhead, all we can see is our poem, our piece, the gravel - Barren and plain, striving for color, fighting for life.Our Distracted Focus
Falling FiveFalling Five, I watched you die, I saw your fatal fall. I cried acrid tears. Darkness Five, just like that house, the one with evil eyes. Five sepulchral stories, then I careened over the side. A whimsical, horrifying feeling took the place of compassion and benevolence. Your screams pierced the dusty air, and your heart beat no more.Falling Five
Quaintly, your body lay still on Darkness One, the first sepulchral story. I drew myself in and my eyes grew damp, as opaque tears fell Five through Darkness Five, scalding you as I step
CradledA pulsing beat of footsteps of a distant being retiring down the pass, soul replaced with dire reticence, and eyes replete with fear. The ebony atmosphere strangles her, crawling through her mangled body. Staggered steps are slow, uneven, while she drags herself through sable pass after onyx pass. Blind and tired, Pernicious tears flow as her hand falls onto something foreign. Through madness and struggle, her broken body stumbles and cries, and her figurative self falls useless on the ivory floor of a whitewashed room with radiant white lighCradled
Rolling StoneI refuseRolling Stone
to get boxed by sighs let nails of pain haze of gray ruin my day I could walk away, move away from malaise Ready to dash dash living breath out of my lungs to smash the body break the addiction clinging to the sparkle of my life
I cannot do this not because of fear not because it isn't time not because I don't want to and I so want to: Lay down and die Let mother earth: calm and claim my bone
and you have amazing skills...
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I not the wizard.
thanks for the fav... you'll get addicted to this place soon, you'll see
Hah, I'm already beginning to feel myself getting addicted.
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always dream even when awake
it confuses the world and lets you defy gravity
me
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the sunrise is just over that hill...the worst is over
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