Distant melodies of destruction,
Fading into never known
Lying diagrams of seraphim and
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Post it, post it
Melt it, Dream it
Angel wings of violent muses
And violent music
Streaming ribbons, black and white
And wash away the tears
Lick the syrup from the fingers
Nails all torn and twisted, black
Shut your mouth and hit the sack
Fill your brain with impromptu
Skits and plays and how 'bout you?
Friends in death, skipping merrily
Through fields of hands, mindlessly grabbing us
Butterfly whispers and sea-foam kisses
Mixed in with sounds of drowning
Silver and hats, the meow of cats
Ink blots, cum shots and poke your eye
Lift your skirt, show it off
And be on your merry way















Comments
I can't really find out why I liked this piece, but I did
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Quoth the raven; "Nevermore"
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~linni, my favoritest Norwegian and long lost brother I never had.
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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
Your writing is growing and evolving all the time love, its a wonderful sight to behold.
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Practise random kindness and senseless acts of beauty
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I'm told that I've got that personality that's kinda caught between bubbly schoolgirl and I'm-going-to-murder-you-in-you r-sleep-with-a-rusty-spoon.
Lovely stuff.
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I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.
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"The secret to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
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