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..and cosy the night creeps upon me, dwells soft in my eyes with lingering lies, of shadows forgotten and things not to see, starts drawing pictures, where there are none to be. Tangible thoughts of dreams yet to come, while I hush the moments that are supposedly gone, but as I move and consciously think, […]
More..between my fingers, glide softly through my hand, until my touch can no more linger and our proximity disbands. Into the dark in fear of light, they seem to disappear, or is it that they escape, from my appearance, oh my dear. Fly you bloody bastards, away and don’t come back, as I will do […]
More..banter, looking for a little smile, banter banter, that would make it be worthwhile. seduced by seduction I hear me say, make yourself comfortable, don’t blame to lay. Reluctant my thoughts stand, standing apart, some go to get lost, the others for heart. Lull and dull, I seek for a break, from my thoughts prison, […]
More..the dense texture of feelings, moving towards the inevitable exit, relieve is a worn out thing, but beautiful.
More..and their fellow weaknesses, of love and hate and them bastard‘s trait, of longing and craving do death‘s raving, of sadness and madness struck off badness, of hope and pray till their decay, of loss and trove beyond the grove, of myths and reality forsaken banalities, of laughter and fun their ease all along, of […]
More..may your thoughts lead the way, let them blast you into the future or perish on the road of lost & tragic causes! hooray.
Moreshines through the early days window, softly attaching itself to the the room. The creatures of the night disappeared, crazed their victims and left them befallen behind. Alone, in thought and mind, I can rest. To the very end I’ve made it! Away, Away I scream in my head! Leave me be, you excruciating daemons […]
More..(lat.) “to bind fast”, but may it last? A glue of which kind, a force of what magnitude? A story to tell, all upright and swell!
More..you’re saying, but blinded lies the truth, which you wouldn’t even recognize if it’s spitting right into your eye. Blessed are we, in the presence of our sanity, which fades pale into a gloomy red residue of our vanity, on the sunset of our lives, entrapped in a chest named heart. </\3
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