nothing really
AngerFive… Four… Three two one Explode into the atmosphere Piercing furiously past everything once so dear Beyond this, there is none Ten… Nine… Eight seven six Spinning, raging, losing control Smashed to the floor trying to remember proper role Too wrapped up in the midst Fifteen… Fourteen… Thirteen twelve eleven Standing with eyes closed tightly Thinking and breathing, pushing, though this smites me Searching for something leavened Twenty… Nineteen… Eighteen seventeen sixteen Sitting calmlyAnger
Knitting Needlesmeticulously unstitching, this precious work it's tedious; dexterous, deft, hands and eyes... a must wittingly? good advice. tchink tchink tchink unwittingly? love and affection. tchink tchink tchink wittingly?? edge. tchink tchink tchink unwittingly?? education. tchink tchinktchinktchink wittingly...? comprehension. tchinktchinktchinktchinktchink. unwittingly....??? Rationaliy, tchinktchinktchinktchinktchinktchink. wittingly.... unwittingly?! underStanding tchinktchinktchinktchinktchink...Knitting Needles
meticulously unstitching. surgeon's work, with stable hands. It's the mending and
ASHStagnant air and chalking lungs in junction Pulsing electric currents superseding cell gradients Halting hearts and weak resolves backing even softer judgment Impaled through and through, thrashing fish, lost life No water here, no sustenance for sorrowing corpses Soul's implosion exploded, tatters ingurgitated by foreign black holes Sound in absentia, voice, in silent prisons, though glass pierces Remains, unknown to the most insightful, no dead crimsons adhere to walls No want for expediting ends, negative measurements, far too long A void for presence, a loss of balance in parallel exisASH
A Superfluous PrefixThese hands are stained not with the blood of another But of a forsaken soul, lost in the tumult of mental war. A war of many battles lost, compounding to a state of insanity,A Superfluous Prefix
A state from which a downward spiral descends, A spiral lacking upwards ladder rungs. A bridge connecting past and present Allowing you to look upon the past and mistakes thereof, to learn Yet taunting, a flaking reality in which no time machine exists. There is no going backwards; and yet, neither the denoted progression of forward is allowed. This, the subsequent justification of downwards regression; the only for
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My music (PLZ LOOK!) [link]
My leftover art [link]
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My music (PLZ LOOK!) [link]
My leftover art [link]
it only took me several months...
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The smell of meat and blood clouds up the condo until I don't notice it any more. And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find any solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing, "I just want to be loved."
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And when we fly away
to a unknown land
we dance
and we dance
untill the night ends
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"I'm in, and I totally bashed my head." -- Dr. Venture
"I am gonna act like a TRUE leader... I'm going to make a tactical retreat!" -- Starscream
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"An anthem for the queenliest dead that she ever died so young--
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young."
- "Lenore" by Edgar Allan Poe
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