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The artist's tongue speaks not
Through words or symbols
But through soft colors and rich emotions.
The a..
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If I was alive, this would have killed me
Being broken down so many times
And every time you kill with liquid fire
Ripping violently into my smilin..
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I can’t sleep when the white-eyed darkness states back.
And it always does.
They say to clear your head, think of what makes you happy.
I th..
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In the ally of your dark soul,
A small fire rises.
Green embers and white smoke,
A silent shadow of pain.
You inhale.
Like rain, it burns quietly..
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You smoke away your pain
Cut.Stab. Eat. Starve. Bury it.
Like tiny glimpse of sun through a storm
I see yourself...
But hell, its been raining of ..
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She paints her pale face with little white lies
She drawsher eyes in kohl outlines of her hate
She pierces herlips with the soft colors of dawn
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For days become nights in these ever changing dreams,
Too fast, too strong, too short a time.
Stop. Pause. Start again, dear heartbeat.
Screams. O..
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I see you like the starsThe ones that shineWhen they smileThat light up the skyWhenever that darkness comesI see you like the wavesThe one that embrac..
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The world has changed. I have witnessed every tear, and very death that led to this. I sleep in endless night with dreams of a thousand years. I wat..
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My dreams are tainted sometimes
Because of what you've done,
Because I still dream of you.
And when I wake,
I can almost taste the thick smoke
Th..
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