

unfinished and uneditedIt tastes almost dreamlike, even possibly surreal. Shes fixated on tiny movements, and melancholy melodies reflecting those painful fascinations. Its happened before. She must be asleep. A lingering question now materialized at her side, cradling her in reassurance. Something long since hated, something she recently learned to avoid, she was putting her fears aside for this possibility, this probable dream.unfinished and unedited
Present tense ruminations escape the clutches as she presses end. Its too late to repair her heart; the last tiny vein of possibility is overwhelming flooded with those morbid tears he never deserved. H


SomewhereCan you leave conditional sadism outside? Attempting to control the patterns of escaping air, I should have warned you, Its impossible under delicate dedication.Somewhere
Running into claustrophobic passion, Your disorientation collapses. Pulse with nervous energy, I feed off candied confusion.
Allow the permanence of stars and skin
Let their winding death spread within your emptiness The universe collects your sanity in a gaping distraction Let the gravity of logic collapse under creations skin
Soft fibers dance within colored waves of ligh


PoisonedWhat can I do, To break away From my endless, crushing, conscious?Poisoned
Please Just let me Breathe
I tried to fight Not willingly But your pain is still confining me
Drowning in disillusioned evidence These scars that you carve in me This is your poisoned fable I wish youd only see
I cant find peace When this still stalks In encompassing shadows
Please
Dont call it Love
It never was
You proved to me Mortality While you mutilated fantasy
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In August HeatIf only I could have been this girlIn August Heat
Yesterday when it mattered
Before tears tore through anger Yesterday I didnt have to breathe the narcissists diseased air
He needs to see this girl, Deviant feeding off his strength A nihilist to crush his cruel control,
Shes empty in all the right ways
Here and now I can taste apathy It could have been blissful in his binds,
But Rather than requiem and rebirth The summers warmth was immersed in a quick liquid fix
Whatever, today Ill breathe passion He will lay witness to his
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