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there are things that I miss things that I can't see anymore my hands once so powerful are weak and pathetically frail. I miss the smell of destruction the taste of so much despair on my tongue while my lips formed nothing but a cruel grin and my mouth laughed so callously.
i. does your blood sing melodies when the memories rise up like death from the grave? can you feel the anger of a thousand moments of torture the child went through? the buzzing like wasps swarming to the skies in a mass of black, blocking out all the light that the sun has to give.
ii. can you clench your hand to your chest, knowing that there is another hand deep inside looking for purchase, for something to hold onto, if only for a moment. trembling fingers trying to reach out and grasp at the outside world, but it’s too hard, and alien to them. but it’s okay. i’m here to help you feel through my senses and live vicariously through me. embrace it.
They watch it all and come to help The body is mine Ours Mine Us I’m here we’re here Let go
If I were you and you were me Exactly how separate would we be? But if I was you and you were I Would that mean I have to die? And if you were me and I was you Then that means you’d die too.
first comes idolization, obsession, infatuation then there’s irrational irritation followed by abandonment and desolation
abandonment is cold it is the feeling of icy hands running down your spine abandonment is hot like fire licking at your skin abandonment is crying wondering where everything went wrong abandonment is anger cursing those that were once so important abandonment is pain.
i am a sink. sometimes i am full sometimes i am nearly empty. if my plug is pulled i will drain drain drain. til there is nothing left.
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here there is decayand here there is deathhe wants you to stayso he can steal your breath
flitting out and smilinghe is fear definedhis eyes are beguilinghe’ll get into your mind
be careful to go outfor he owns the nightreveling in their doubtready for a fight
