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#household For @shazydee @chy I'm the knickerninja Of that you can be sure I will root out secrets In your underwear drawer Ah, a peachy camisole Pretty and so lacy Underneath, some...
I have a mask, a thin disguise I wear it when falsehood applies You'll never know if it is me The mask is all that you can see I could be here or am I there I'm absolutely everywhere I'll wear my...
While you intend the entry for just a peek Soon you'll find there, placed a seat And your name, you see, in blazed across the back And with this spot, the best in house, Your curiosity, instantly...
I'm just sitting here, inside my head, staring at these big walls inside my mind. Built out of guilt and out of sorrow, built out of lost hope and lost plans for a better tomorrow.
I can't remember. What those dreams were about. Only bits and fragments. Giving me lots of doubt. I can't remember. But I'll do my best. To tell you why. They woke me from my rest. I can't remember.
Planes flying high above you. City lights seem to find you then blind you. Birds hiding in a fruitless tree. Dream a little dream of me. Put on your dancing shoes and...enlist me.
There was a sadness in his eyes, though it's depth could not be seen. Freedom only found in sleep, to sleep, a chance to dream. To sail on open waters, to fly amongst the stars.
My name is Mrs Happy And I only have happy thoughts My world is full of sunshine And big bright blue boats I smile a happy smile From dusk until dawn I smile so bloody much I find it difficult to...
#nightdwellers I'm a L-U-N-A-tic you know. I stare up at that swollen moon. Letting its light bathe me, That's supposedly sending me "lune" But it's to beautiful to leave.
As I looked into the mirror I saw a monster. It had scruffy dark hair. And long eyelashes. As I stared at it. I could see its dark grey eyes staring back at me. As I reached up to my face.
Am I the hurting man, The doer of death. The one who slays thousands, With every breath. Am I the quiet man, Secretly stalking. Hiding, www scanned, Silently walking.
Lungs overflowing with anxiety. Nervousness, polluting my blood. My minds trying to run. Eyes can't appreciate the sun. Or anything in between. Melodies of heartbreak, mistakes & fakes.
Dusk over dawn. The horizon beneath the sun. Waves cascading over the smooth sand. A cave hidden away on an island. Locked away. Hung by handcuffs against the cold stone walls. Welcome to my home.
These corridors are long and empty, And I'm running, running through. I'm not getting any where fast. I'm not getting any where at all. Stopping for a look around. Seeing nothing but empty walls.
I'm an angel I'm a devil There's two sides to me I'm sweet I'm a terror Which one will you see. I'm compassionate I'm unholy Complete opposites, they are I'm honest I'm conniving Will I go too far.
One hushed word from your lips. You've got me at your fingertips. Aching for just a sip. Locked lips. You're killing me. Under your spell. And you've swallowed the key. Only your eyes will tell.
#nightdwellers You want a cuppa love. No. Alright just me then. Stick the kettle on. Switch it on and off twelve times. Must be divisible by four and not thirteen. Clickity clickity click.
What is this guilt You say.
This world is spinning in reverse,. The shadows playing with my mind,. The poison in my cold glass cup,. The ceiling falling slowly down,. The light is bent by my third eye,.
Chapter 23 I went to the bag. It was a weekend bag. Black leather. It looked expensive. Made me wonder who he really was. I started to open it slowly. Then I found it. The box.
#household Knife: (to fork) what do you do. Fork: Well, I have an awful job. People stab me into their food and shove me in their mouths. I mean, some people have no respect for forks. Knife: Oh...
The knife lay flat. On my desk. Right before me. My choosing of when. The knife that. Holds all my pain. Releases it from me. For one small moment, again and again. The knife has a cutting edge.
If you have no place to run to, I will make one. Mold it from the shape of my heart and hands And ship it to you, so far away. I promise the night will never come, And your mind will never fail you.
The last sound I hear from the surface is the loud hum of people talking, listening to their skin sizzle in the sun instead of my pleading cries for help. I am about to take my last breath.