

I'll do it myselfYour thoughts in murderous pose,I'll do it myself
Drawn from in took breathe,
Thunderous your roaring words,
Echo across the multidimensional space.
And there I am lost in your clenching fingers,
Flicked by your razor tongue, loosed in anger,
And there in that world, I'm struck through,
I'll do it myself, so fuck you.


Daring breathYou were always my passion, my light, my dare, my fear,Daring breath
But now you have been lost in memory,
You are but a darkened stain, shattered across the blood red moon,
You litter my floor with crimson trickles and deathly silent hollows.
You lost your mind in helpless fits, thrown in demon tantrum,
Dragged through razored flight, drowned in worthless dream,
Angel dust clutters this room now, the glitter of fool's gold brimming,
And I am stuck here alone daring your breath, daring breath alone, to start again.
Ingrained
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I write to please
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Don't blame me.
I'm just here for the cookies.
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Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
Kahlil Gibran
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Hello world! I love you.
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"You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgment on you, because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken."John Kramer
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"to dream perchance to wake anew"...
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Don't blame me.
I'm just here for the cookies.
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"to dream perchance to wake anew"...
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Don't blame me.
I'm just here for the cookies.
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