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The devil night
As we swallow poison on the poison, glassy eyes. / Then we are all fucking in our heads,
Night time we show
Cry out in the morning / of the pleasures we had- that sobriety during daylight will never show us…
Depression
you hate to remember you have no hand to hold onto
Another night out
NSFW
Death in the form of….
The cloak of night has fast approached and the toadstools have begun to sprout amongst the green grass. The call of foxes can be heard, a s…
Rain
Glistening raindrops on my toes, darkness descends on my body, my eyes washed with water.
My friend
I wasn’t thinking right, with the pulse of alcohol running through my blood.
Red leaves,red tree.
And did they tell you that those red leaves would fall eventually?
An impression
Glass shattered figures stroll damp hills. / Stumbling laughter traces paths around gates.
coffin
The box was so small for such a tall man.
night
Slow foot drums slightly to an unknown beat. / shimmers like a pond frozen over in the winter’s harsh vengence
Eating
Drink in the silence of stupidity
Biology
Soft petals fall to the ground, / of red, white and pink.
friends
My heart is pounding, as i write alone. / This sadness i have, has me thrown. / I have no friends, they’ve all dissapeared, / know on…
Come back
Tears you cried into my hands, i will return them to the seas. / The gold box i keep for special occasions.
I question you.
My life is a block with no cracks, no marks, no lines of telling. / From wine to blood your eyes change, desperation, anger, hurt, trust, e…
Is this what life is about?
When the things you thought were real, aren’t. / When people you had in your life, don’t want to be a part of it.
This night
The smells burn my nostrils,each breathe labored and empty. / Secrets rear in the dirty hands that stroke hot skin.
Torrid Love
Petals fell, when vases were smashed,
Humans with nothing
Lean close to each other and feel the time tick, drift.
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