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Into the Dark. i: denial, flatter me.Into the Dark.
The leaves that cover the walkway are like boulders in my path. wet and muddy I smell all the beauty in the drips of condensation, that litter the browning trees. i smell you making pumpkin cookies - forgotten memories of today lie dead on the doorstep.
ii: happiness for free.
I write down all the beautiful things you've said to me. On number 26 I realize, they're all lies. You're a lie.
by ~ghoulgraverobber
10:32 I'm Shiveringsweat, stench, sunshine beading on the skin like10:32 I'm Shivering
droplets of infection, sounds,
heightened by moisture birds and babies wailing into the mid-afternoon
heat something stirs in the stomachs of the children; beastly hunger for something more
surly voices creep against the skin of newcomers- "baby, be careful somethings out there"
oh god
by ~ghoulgraverobber
I'd Rather Be Blue,i. Summer here is hard to forget. I remember the dry cracks in the sidewalks as if I'd paved them myself, the way the trees shadow's zig-zag in and out of fence posts like the ghosts from my nightmares. The thick humid air is still slick in my lungs even now in the beginnings of what will be peaceful and soft Autumn. I don't want the sultry and hot days of the season past to run away to quickly, yet every crisp and vivid memory of the time is smothered with the lingering scent of you.I'd Rather Be Blue,
That makes me defy what I want, and I banish all these thoughts from my brain and welcome the soothing embrace of Fall's spicy aroma an
by ~ghoulgraverobber
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ill have you know im scaredi lied, i lied, a thousand times i lied.ill have you know im scared
i don't know who this story is about. i don't know if it's an 'i,' 'you,' 'he,' or 'she' story. i'll probably pick three and rotate them. because when you think about it, doesn't it happen to us all?
i was found dead on the road. i hear i was contorted and bloody, only the blood wasn't my own, and i died simply because i was afraid. i always thought that was so fucking ironic- i was fucking scared to death.
and every time she's walking down the street, the girl who might've been me, the girl whose blood i was found in though she's also dead, i c
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- Favourite genre of music: Whatever my body can move to.
- Favourite artist: Jackson Pollock
- Favourite poet or writer: Dante Alighieri
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the scene is my heroin - dirty like morisson.
if i ever ever wanna' get caught up in beleivein', music is my freedom yeah.
till' i'm dead on the dancefloor.
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the scene is my heroin - dirty like morisson.
if i ever ever wanna' get caught up in beleivein', music is my freedom yeah.
till' i'm dead on the dancefloor.
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We are fed up with dA's shit censors. It pisses on all of us cunts down here on the internet, "cocksucker" emblazoned on our fronts. These motherfuckers don't have a censor policy. Tits? Fuck that, you're banned.
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