I was upon the onslaught of
desolation;
When my misery was charmed
by my shadow,
and I assiduosly flirted
with suicide.
Until you had come
and spun an unpitying web
which I had fallen into
mindlessly.
Contractility - I love you,
stitched in between two heart beats.
Palplitations
that set blood cells on calamitious voyages.
That dance in sweet habanera
to the shrieks of your name.
I want to swallow you;
fold out your skin
into paper dolls.
To be intertwined by
the plaiting of flesh.
To be asphyxiated until
the colour of violet.
I want to carve your face
and wear it in burlesque.
To devour myself
in all aspects of you-
to become you.
I covet.
I had conquered my desire
to be spiralled in myself
like torn paper
in glass bottles,
shrivelled up near
crimson seas.
Yet you wound me
and wound me
until i realise,
until I am condemned
to beleive
that I was the architect
of my own web where
I had been
constricted and eaten
alive.
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This flows so amazingly.
I love how it all fits and djrhbgvjerg
<3!
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Magic begins with blood.
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Blame the cruel Art of Pretension .
Together, like things that are
Intricately suppose to flow</sub<
Together, like a stitch does with
Cloth and, Oh, so many more
Hated pinpricks upon your skin.
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Completely and wholly, it makes sense, however
Obtuse the overall webbed meaning of it might be.
Nothing, however, can
Stupidly claim that this is something other
Than a work worth of
Real praise and admiration. For this very thing dares to hold the
Unusual tone of sentiments portrayed with
Contents of homes -although, weapons, dare I say- which malformed into nefarious
Toys for kids to flirt with death at close hand.
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If our ifs and buts were all candy and nuts, we\'d all have a verrrry merrry Christmas.
Go check out Bunniku's stuff.
Aishiteru yo..
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Blame the cruel Art of Pretension .
^_^
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If our ifs and buts were all candy and nuts, we\'d all have a verrrry merrry Christmas.
Go check out Bunniku's stuff.
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To have hidden so far inside myself. To have locked away all emotions and pain. To become just a shadow hiding in the darkness. That is what I have become, a shadow of my former self.
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Blame the cruel Art of Pretension .
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