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If you search the sordid darkness of my room checking behind the pictures of my friends you will find hidden beneath the the paint and plaster the ..

Rampant. My emotions, fears, obscenities are blissfull in their indulgence. They run rampant for you. Skin on film. Flash. Crash and burn. ..

Once again, you messed me up.

The trees bent silently Moon drenched landscape weeping Dew covered grass bowing In the presence of you. Transcribed in the starlight My message..

The sun was burning today Too humid to hide what I have to say Maybe now is not the best time But I have never been too good with timing. Here goe..

So unfair is our love.

I was a fool Took more out of promises than meant Held paupers at princely esteem Just to be burned in the end Proven incorrect and naïve ..

I hate that I spend so much time pining scribbling in ironic notebooks running through scenarios in my head. Maybe it’s the weather The gu..

Sordid, twisted, and deviant hold my hands behind me take the breath from my mouth close my eyes with your fingertips I am your doll.

My mind wraps along the trees while you cut them with your dull ax chopping away until I fall. Ironic bruises on what used to be your favo..