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not enough room for titleSweetly composed and black condemnednot enough room for title
Rough hands used to hold my own, And still the small bird sings, They shared my bed and shared my home, The golden bird death brings,
The shadows seemed so far away , Attached to moonlight skin, Who’d bring it back to where he stay, And choke the song within,
A golden ray of light there lies, Within a dreary hell, Among translucent smog it dies, A death toll time will tell,
The shadows seemed so far away , Attached to moonlight skin, Who’d bring it back to where he stay, An
by ~thedarknessofchaos
untitled for nowSyrupy words trickled from her tongue, golden and sticky, encasing ears in its crystallized form after seeping softly from gently moving lips. Long dripping syrup filled with symphony in clear crystalline tones. coating the eyes in a gentle shimmer of unawareness and easing the victim into unconscious bliss.untitled for now
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As cold as the fire....As Cold as the Fire Ablaze with the IceAs cold as the fire....
A crystal ice forms like fate holds his heart, Only my fire can burn him free, Only my touch can sooth his wounds, Only my words allow him to be,
No other man could catch me with flames, Like fire with ice, nameless with names, Only my love could create such a world, One without moon, one without sun,
Befitting us both but no other one, Only the angels will know of our love, As hot as the ice as cold as the sun, Feathers can fall but softly above,
i call him my own, to him i belong, Whispers o
by ~thedarknessofchaos
Prisoner of the MindI enter a dark room and see one shed of light It’s small and fragile and it blankets a child A small girl of innocence trapped in the shadows. Acidic whispers echo in her mind She whimpers and calls out for herself Her arms become a straight-jacket. She pulls them around her Harder and harder till black spots blur her vision Better black spots rimmed with gold than the darkness that waits. The shadows creep up her skin she pulls herself tighter Maybe she’ll die. Maybe she will survive her. The gold of the black turns to light summer air The scent of the wePrisoner of the Mind
by ~thedarknessofchaos
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OverYou were all of me not just a part of me. I wish you love that I couldn’t be a part of. I hid from what I did. You were always kind even when I was out of my mind.Over
It cuts me like a knife not having you in my life. But I don’t deserve to be with you and I know we are through. I have to start fresh and be me and set my mind free.
You were the best and didn’t deserve the rest I will look a new way and I will eventually be okay.
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A hurting to deject to tame,
A toneless voice i cannot name,
A place that puts you hell to shame,
And thats my mind a wilting flame.
chaos
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If your not prepared to look like a fool, nothing incredible will ever happen.
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