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Halo (autumn baby)
01:44 Nov 14 2005
Times Read: 628
you had this halo of innocence
about your head...
Now your heart is hollow
Now your soul is dead.
A fragile little princess
Naive and decieved
No one ever told her...
You should have taught her...
what dangers may come from strangers.
Autumn Baby
Autumn Baby
And now shes lying in the leaves
Her throat is slit
And her skirt pulled up past her knees.
And now your crying like you cared
You were never even there
No one ever told her...
You should have taught her...
What dangers may come from strangers
Autumn Baby
Autumn Baby
would swing on the swings,
all alone in the park.
That night she hadnt returned,
and it was getting really dark.
You didnt even notice
you were passed out drunk
while your baby girl was getting fucked.
You had this halo of innocence
about your head...
Now your heart is hollow
Now your soul is dead.
Fragile little princess
now fucked and contorted,
your visions of a better life,
A better future, now distorted
Naive and decieved
No one ever told her...
You should have taught her...
Autumn Baby
Autumn Baby
The leaves look lovely in your hair
wilting roses
03:57 Nov 12 2005
Times Read: 632
Our tears melt into a final kiss.
Feel the acid burn that consumes two damned souls.
Souls experienced with the intimate taste of a broken heart.
One final kiss,
a double suicide,
a terminal wish,
poison,
a bitter end-
we both willingly imbibe.
Together,
we gently place all that remains,
the ash,
the scars,
the memories,
shards of our broken hearts,
in a silk lined casket.
All stained in tears.
We disappear from one another.
Together forever-
yet never again.
I kneel by the grave with roses in hand.
Thorns pierce flesh as a pitiful attempt is made to bid farewell to love that never had a chance to thrive.
Liquid velvet drips onto a lonely stone that reads-
The remnants of an ill-fated love rest here for eternity.
Losing a love hurts.
Life with the loss of all love is tragic.
To be in your arms,
if only once more,
would be amongst the sweetest of dreams.
I miss you.
It wasn't meant to be.
A kiss for each rose,
unceremoniously scattered,
upon a lonely grave.
The last I hold a moment more.
Tear away the petals one by one.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
I miss you.
It wasn't meant to be.
exquisite corpse03:11 Nov 12 2005
Times Read: 635
last night
and each night before
still resonate
as dreams and more
fingers
lips
tongues
paint a map
that isn't gone
skin on skin
breath on breath
not close enough
heartbeats match
better yet
Like Canvas for Flesh
00:05 Nov 10 2005
Times Read: 644
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its almost orgasmic
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the way you paint me
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naked
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in the winter
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snow melting
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(on) my flesh
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Sandman
16:30 Nov 09 2005
Times Read: 648
I got cut so deep that I ran out of blood.
They went ahead and stitched me up.
Then filled me with mud.
They hung my mangled corpse on a board in the field.
Less than twenty feet away from the place I was killed.
Four years later, when I finally woke from my coma.
They gave me a scythe and the power of soma.
They call me Mister Sandman cus I infect your dreams.
And if you die in your sleep-
no one can hear you scream.
foggy mirror (illusions)22:26 Nov 08 2005
Times Read: 651
Your broken image of me shatters my soul into an infinite number of jagged shards. As that image ravages my soul blood starts to flow. I begin to enjoy it as you revel in a deep haze of fog and blood. I fall further into the haze as your soul begins to bleed. Together we dissapear into a flawless and imperfect dream forever.
Darkness Giggles (quite Grimm)22:23 Nov 08 2005
Times Read: 652
Murdered by the silence,
After falling down too hard.
Redemption holds no comfort,
Not one damned shard.
Demonic hosts of restlessness,
Hold that which controls you.
That which is the crippling silence of life.
Corrupted into your own image,
Dying from perfected disgrace.
Distorted dispositions,
Lay beaten by your soulless face.
Your eyes lay closed,
Haunted by your dreams.
Dreams of the end of what you call a life.
Children laugh behind your back,
Turn quick and they are gone.
Angels mock you in your blind face,
And then dissappear with the dawn.
Imps of the night lay underneath your bed,
Wrestling with the wraiths that lurk inside your mind.
Seems fairy tales are cherished most in silence,
For such grim(m) things surpace even time.
Follow your trail of bread crumbs,
Climb your decaying green towers,
Grab hold of the longest hairs.
Be on your best behaviour kiddies,
For none want to be next to die.
Heed your mothers' lullabies my dears,
Even if the fear makes you cry.
Converse with wolves hungry for you,
Bite into apples embraced by skulls,
Chase gingerbreadmen in your nightmares.
Silence holds the most secrets,
Those of which we can't speak of.
Only witches heed unto their calls,
Calls of silence leading the false destruction of love.
As you sleep in your frosted beds,
Dry your tears before they harden in place.
Dream away from the sirens stuck in these stories,
Search for loving warmth wrapped in dead silence.
negative space05:19 Nov 07 2005
Times Read: 654
existing on the edge of negative space
shroud in silk; bound in lace
kissing the twilight; stealing the nite's embrace
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