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Through this life we suffer
Heading towards the void
Enduring pain along the way
Ending life early is no solution but
Nothng can prevent death
Dealing with it is all we can do
Heading towards the void
Enduring pain along the way
Ending life early is no solution but
Nothng can prevent death
Dealing with it is all we can do
Literature
Evanescent
only the most
beautiful of creatures
live the shortest.
red roses and quivering
butterflies and other
useless things, like the
way she wishes on every star
she sees for a different
soul because she can't stand
the way it's rotting inside.
and it's only when
the thorns beneath her skin
start to bleed that her
monsters whisper, "have
you ever trembled, my dear?"
because they know
for every whimper that hides
faintly in the dark,
there is a pair of lips stretched
into a smile pretending
that all that is beautiful
is timeless and unbroken.
Literature
Trust Falling
Trust Falling
trust your stomach
rather than your mind.
understand that judgement fails you;
senses never do.
trust it even when your gut is
falling. Like something of an
angel with clipped wings
losing its ability to fly.
lofty exceptions of what could be
is never quite what you intended
never quite what we expected as we plummet.
gaining force as we arrow towards it.
in only romance-laden dreams,
nestling their way into our cracked psyches.
love is late night talks--
only a quarter of the night do we truly
venture near an iota of sleep.
eventually we cradle it from head to chest.
Literature
soul slitter
I want to stomp you down
like the spiders crawling
on the bathroom floor
at two am:
desperate and panicked
in the dark,
tired and eager
to finish you
and leave you to twitch
on glistening tiles.
heart-eater,
gristle between your teeth,
you have cracked open
one too many torsos.
your ax-chopped halves
all ooze red longing
for you and your lips,
your warm arms,
but I know your touch
is really a sting
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It's been a while since my last acrostic. Well, enjoy.
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I like it, deep thoughts.