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Don't wait up I've been cleaning my neck ,for this occasion When the enemy try's to subdue my souls Ablation -monetary sub station- Post humanity , my spirit can't as in yours; deny our...
Like a tiny little blackbird, A-perching on this ledge, Just a feet forwards, And I'll teeter on the edge.
there's no sense in trying to forget them. they've already changed you forever. in a million ways. those ways are tiny. almost insignificant. almost. a thin sliver of your soul.
Being a sour puss is tired, sweet is in it's mode. Sours been retired, for the feeling expires , with willful fires. That I ignite with shined , pressurized burning desire.
I wanted to change my spots, So I went out and discovered away. Surgery to change my appearance. I booked it, my secret day. Forever it seemed I was single, My looks never good enough.
A tiny little sliver, A crack is all it took, A tiny break along my heart, It lengthens with each look.
He stands half heartedly behind the counter, watching the seconds tick away. Tired of hiding behind closed doors, eagerly awaiting the end of his day.
Old grey face, See how the liquid seeps, Through the cracks, Proves that my heart still bleeds, Destructive pace, Sugar it carries me, Through my veins, Into the sacred beats, I fell apart, and...
i don't wanna hear all the bull shit lies you're talking. ive got my dirty little secrets, keep them nailed up in their coffins. six feet beneath the dirt, is where those mother fuckers sleep.
I'll wait here For you to edit me With the sharp point Of your features, Make me complete, I'm just another Creature-feature, A bloody mess, A train wreck, Looking for something Invisible, impossible...
I watch the light shine through the amber leaves, the golden rays spreading through the glen. Everything suddenly seems to become alive with colour. The grass seems greener, dewy and crisp.
A single spotlight beats down, gripping your flesh. Four hundred eyes bare into your face, costume, mind. They know you're nervous.
I had a different dream last night for once.
Tonight I can feel you (feel you). Thinking about us two (us two). Remembering how we were (we were). Loving and happy together (together). You're travelling down the wrong way.
This crumbling shell needs a lick of paint A bright young thing it certainly ain't The years have been hard some would say unkind No point in dwelling, no way to rewind.
He was mechanical in his actions, cataloguing each part. If he was to ever live again, he must build himself a heart. The one he had was rotten, had forgotten how to beat.
Believe in the need to succeed Overpowering wills freed Releasing shackles of blame Removing endless tears in shame Are you not of sound mind. Playing games too unkind. Why do you not smile.
with teardrops falling from my eyes. and my heart getting ready to fly. I feel like this is goodbye. to old me that was surely nice. A change is needed to fix my weeping heart.
I'm her.
I love the pain the needles bring. Each one piercing my skin, filling it with colour. Painting me like a canvas. It like I'm slowly becoming a piece of art. And I love it.