where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“You think just because you have the ability to do something, that it then gives you the right?” Barnaby hisses through clenched teeth while pointing a firm finger towards Gavin. They share a moment of silence before Barnaby slaps Gavin powerfully across the face with his other hand. Saliva and blood leap from Gavin’s mouth …
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Simplify the radius of my hate with a forked tongue full of madness, your dialogue has come from the same place as my own yet it seems more tainted than my own, is it your lips that make the words sound of a different nature, or is it the lies that spew forth from then …
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Fields of dying weeds surround the thorn wearing queen, the seeds sown were dead before they were planted, in a world void of colour there can no other, dying is just a disease invented by a hateful creator with jealousy in their eyes, so why don’t you blow me world like your queen once did, …
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Salvations call beckons, the soil embraces my cold flesh like an old friend, the life that once flowed through my veins now drains out through the holes on my throat, no resurrection, no second chance, I’m a son of man, not a fictional character in an over exaggerated book, but what if believing made it …
Destroy all that is with what could never be, ignite the ignorance with fury, deceiving oneself with lies told beneath thy skin so thick, suffocating with asphyxiation, my own hands tighten, the world spins around me as the light draws away, pain no longer mine to maintain, virtue far from my grasp, elevation of the …
Precious moments lost in a lie engorged by time, standing but in my mind I am lying down, a world filed with the unstoppable, tomorrow always a day away even if I don’t want to face it, my wanting and need ignored by the world outside my skull, perpetual movement of a life that was …
The glass crashes to the ground as Kyle feels the warmth run down his face. “That will be something I’ll save for later!” He hisses through clenched teeth as he grabs Bobby-Joe by the hair and slams her head into the concrete floor beneath them. He feels the burning of the bullet as it rips …
Sanctimonious insults hidden in plain words, the deceptiveness of your misconceptions interspersed your lies, a sickness growing behind your eyes, without indulging the curiosities of a wanton man, fortune waivers, endings crave for, time no longer waits, a world growing upon those insanity hates, strangers made not born, weavings of wickedness, living to forgive, forgiving …
Twisted in your demise as you were twisted in life, weathered hands around thy throat, strangulating the life from within, but your empty eyes held more than a soul, it housed a house of pain, a wave of torment flowed free, a tornado of lost souls swallowed by the emptiness that filled your cup, a …
Fear feeding a cacophony of fears, drowning upon itself, the weight it’s own, no salvation, for salvation is a fear within itself, severe the tie that binds the fear into my self, disengage the finality, sacrifice, the lamb was never the intended, my own self targeted for ascension below, forget the meaning, let the words …
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
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