the Cannibalism upon a Writerthere is Emptiness resting in my head.the Cannibalism upon a Writer
She lives there,
here, &nbs
inspire me Tonightshoot myself in the head Tonightinspire me Tonight
and tip over close my eyes and kiss the paper the Pen move my fingers in perfect rhythm
as blood and brain and memory and words leak
from the Wound the suicide of poetic loss of muse
hold my breath
and see
and know
and stain these pages and these minds with the filth the putrid Agony of self-loathing
and mutilated secrets
carved into
paragraphs and stories
just give me the Bullet and write my story
and i
Jealousy Eats Away.This had been their place. Once upon a time. A stupid empty classroom. Dark with the night that lingered outside and dark with the thoughts echoing through her mind. The silence weighed down on her like some physical presence, coating everything in thick layers and she imagined that it was heavy enough to make the floorboards creak. Like small footsteps in the back of her imagination, and, for once, she savoured that silence. She'd hated it once. Now, she loved it because it erased the laughter they'd shared. It suppressed the smiles and the kisses and the lingering touches that bruised her skin. It made it all go away as it crushed her lungsJealousy Eats Away.
1.The acrid taste of self-loathing swells my tongue and staunches my breathing. Seals the wound and stops my bleeding. Held hostage inside infected skin and bone and vein. I can't find release. No sanctuary. No escape from this bitter negligence.1.
I scrape away at the layers of sin and fallacy upon my flesh and I still find myself here. Alone. Broken and forgotten in this aching suicide of mine. Pestilence. The words don't match the cruelty slashed across your face in a pompous smile. You regurgitate the lies and paint them pretty for me to feast upon in my ignorance. Can I so easily fall in
lost, again.
Rejected
its nice, we share the same poet...
keep up your writing..
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All art is romantic.
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thank you from
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You fracture me... Your hands on me...
A touch so plain... So stale...
...it kills...
(The Cure)
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Or so you think.
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