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Destruction falls from her breath,
Visions of cold slabs covered with death, -
Rose grew weary,
As she read of things past, -
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Blood---
dripping methodically -
Life as we know it is as good as gone,
the curtains of light have been drawn. -
Forgiveness will never fall from these lips,
as words crucify with baited breath, -
Truth once woven throughout life,
frayed to the point beyond recognition, -
Nostalgic whispers caress,
vague promises held onto tight, -
Alone in the dark she resides,
a place of healing used for many years, -
Each step calculated,
And every measure taken, -
Now tranquil waters---
dark and nefarious to the eye, -
Burden, so great wears upon his shoulders,
while frailty chills him to the bone. -
Your magnetic words,
blistering these days. -
Conjured
throughout our time -
Pulled gradually
into places of no return--- -
Twisting metal and breaking glass
deliver unforeseen licks to the side of a face. -
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Needles of angst bury deep under skin
traveling through this numb shell of a body7 lines, 7 comments, on Jun 24 2:15 PM -
Residual screams stain the cracks between chipped paint;
Seeping out into the hands of insanity, -
Submerged and blindfolded
by his dark penetrating stare -
Echoes of his boots clack against the hard floors,
moving from one room to the other, -
Diseased eyes seldom leak the truth,
for they drown in puddles of fake tears -
Unfailing beauty dressed up in a feign smile,
piercing the tender young ears of her unworthy silhouette -
Hope drains out
into mascara streaked hands. -
The weak tick tock of time now silent
as spoonfuls of the soul are scooped out -
Omens carried upon dark iridescent wings
circling fields where dead bodies lay. -
Distilled thoughts
as this twisted mind rots8 lines, 6 comments, on Jul 24 12:35 PM. In Trois-par-Huit, Thoughts -
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28 lines, 2 comments, on Jul 30 11:58 AM. In Thoughts
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In the bright lights her hair glistened
against her motionless whitewashed skin, -
Destine to be placed upon an interstellar pedestal,
for she born with iniquitous eyes.15 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 19 7:02 PM. In Thoughts -
The sun sets around the worn corners of pulled shades,
revenge bleeding from the walls in the form of photographs -
The room was so cold
his breath could be seen.
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