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Resting Six Feet Beneath the Seabed
It burns so bright, my heart feels tight. My soul of pure white turns into a grey, ashen blight. My deeds carried out thus far have been nulled and void. Now I’m a fallen star – by my faith, I had been toyed. No longer will I, my destiny, avoid. With the power of a…
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My World’s On Fire and I Like It
How long will it take for me to perish – because I do know, in death I’ll relish. I want it to end some day soon. I pray for God to send me to the moon. A grave so deep, on the moon’s dark side. The place I’ll sleep whilst I control the tide of…
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Rigor Mortis
… Overruled by emotions, I look down over my body. Laid out across a beautiful garden on this grey foggy morning. It’s wet outside, but I’m like ice. When it’s cold, I harden…
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Red Eyes; White Prism
In a parallel plane, the speaker interacts with a mysterious black prism, experiencing timelessness and transformation. The prism speaks, plunging the speaker into a journey of self-discovery and physical constraints. The cycle repeats as the speaker embraces each rebirth, reflecting on the enigmatic wobble’s nature and their own existence.
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unpathetic fallacy
they came from out of the rain. bringing but one thing with them; everlasting pain. they’ve infected my quill, my name, my pen. now all that’s excreted be a viscous, blood red…
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Metaphorical Canvas, Painted Red
my brain goes boom… boom, boom, boom. metaphorical gory grey matter, mixed with blood splatter, flies across the room…
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