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Just a little venom

It's an essay but one that has no meaning but to me and anyone else who happens to agree.

It's in the title

You are poison winding through my vains you are the disease, the cancer, making a meal out of me. I wish I could forget the sick twist of your so..

It is on days like these when she is lost inside the balled memories like tangled yarn It was her shattering that I still hear in the faint..

If I had fallen upon my knees prostrating myself before the alter of his ego I would ache in my soul Inside and out of this shell I drip with..

I have a box in which I put away my Exceptionals. Some things are pretty, dainty fripperies others are broken trinkets of reflections. When ..

Regret I am angry this good night for my foolishness of fancy flight Ghoulish pleasure in my dread as I am to be fed upon the sto..

We were, then, free lanced spirits untouched and remote in our callous youth Tomorrow, we awake to see the sun rise and fall upon a wastelan..