.Don't Breath.Clinging to paper skies.Don't Breath.
& rose.buded fragmented words
phrases
rolling off beautifully stained lips
pastel shades of love
drips
from silver prism[d] tree limbs
kissing.stars
drowning in rivers of sight
se[a]n
tissued paper cuts down to bones mirrored
in the falling moon
exposing shoulders harboring voices
carried.silent.
heavy.sore
traversing dispersing ground
wavering waves of sandy stone/mirrored waters
reflecting
painted shadows conversing
with silhoutte sunrisings
angels dancing
without their wi
.Bedsheets.-and-.Surfboards.play. stop.rewind re.peat.[on mute..please..].Bedsheets.-and-.Surfboards.
my apologies
they're on the static station
hear it[?]
that kink in your chain
feel it[?]
yeah that's me --that black.dot.spot. that's me --blue knees
rug burns & pleaseeeee
thank.you's
with a grey .a grey.fuming.cloud in [your]mouth
in your mouth
not mine
no
not this time
high beamed warning signs
[i did give them to you,
handed them out like homework in some kid classroom where
you should've learned the lesson
the first fucking time]
you know the
.Echo...in a sea of psychosis.Echo.
a spree of hypnosis
.break. point. is far past. beyond
this highwayed mind speed
determinedly occurring.blowing tunnels of tornado[s]
bleed--into veins pushing blood
of cemented membranes.chains
of smoked[away]thoughts&revelations
evaporate.
into whisperings pumping through aortic valves/echo\through
skull haze unto blank nights of
w h i t e imprinted
pillowcases outlined with 'i told you so's'
--silhouettes.shadows.ghosts.
toying their way through to
the best moment e v e r. the uprising flame &nb
.Ride-I'll apologize later.After the chaos.Ride-I'll apologize later.
and whirlpools of years
spinning like a broken top
head-on into head-lights toppled down and wound up.pre-resin
soaked lungs
choke[ing]on regrets and disasters of past onto now .post brinkings of poison from the bottle. i am punching out my own stomach.
with my own fist.hand[s]
for all the quiet silence
and the pent-up-anger spouted out
from the starving//hollowed marrow of my bones
between the pencil shakings and window breakings
and feverish escapings
out from the bed-rested-head-tested-spoon-fed
interrogation
the
This is Insane..
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"here is written something deep and poetic"
*Absence- =christians *Dark-Arts-Asylum *theunknownartists ~CapeTown ~ZENclub *Manipulators
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Stay or forever go.
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Proud to be an *indonesian
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always seek refuge in the music
"Even goth girls smile."
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Whatever.
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Stella Was A Diver,
And She Was Always Down.
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