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Sheet of Mirrors
A Poem by
Last Lying Look
Defined with mistakable audacity. Free, yet confined by it. Bedridden by it's own freedom and anguish. Threatened by the thought of fading away int..
Slaughter Queen
A Poem by
Last Lying Look
Lonely is just an opinion Made by those who aren't adapted to the blood of fun Those who can't raise dead dogs from their graves..
Late Night Cannibalist
A Book by
Last Lying Look
No vampires. Just Cannibalists. I took a couple of my favorite characters from my poems and threw them together to write a story.
Spoonella Meets the Slaughter Queen
A Chapter by
Last Lying Look
She tugs away. Her majesty grabs her by the wrist and mockingly croons "Trying to escape your murdering queen, your slaughter queen?" Spoon..
Don\'t Show Fear at the Dinner Table
A Chapter by
Last Lying Look
Spoonella awakes alone on a bed of blood splattered white silk Her face was bandaged and her shoulder had been popped back into place. She looked d..
12:21; Redsaday
A Poem by
Last Lying Look
A little there & now A little awake &asleep A little burnt fingernail. A little red sheep. Let's put some meaning where there ..
No Innocent Type
A Poem by
Last Lying Look
The art of neologism and neoclassicism and neo citron and neon lights. All was there. All was trusted. Simple & complicated. Known & foreign..
Wild Card Inside
A Poem by
Last Lying Look
The stars didn't turn to black... You just shut your eyes You decided to give in... My word never dies You were the quitter... and so the failure..
As Today
A Poem by
Last Lying Look
You huffed and you bluffed and you shot my hope down. I have no sole- in my shoe. I’m finding it difficult to run from you. I think I’m se..
She\'s Full of Poison, She Oblitherated Everything..
A Poem by
Last Lying Look
She's Full of Poison, She Oblitherated Everything She Kissed She wanted to learn to sing Sometimes like a bird Somet..
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