Madness
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eyes faded and green,looked on me,broken and bloody,I lay crumpled in a heap,who was I,was I complete?swollen in ways I never knew,parts detached,forgiveness vacated from shape,I ask,yet receive something else,your trusted words,sultry and slurred,what was,my body in a shiver,underneath the lies,hides a truth not seen or sought,open and lay here,where our fates end,and our forever’s…
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“Childish behaviour like this will only delay the inevitable, not avoid it!” Syrian spits through his rotten teeth. “I nurtured you into adulthood, I helped build your legacy, and I feel I deserve some type of admiration for it instead of pranks better left to those that can pull them off!” “You’re just jealous because…
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…“A mathematical equation does simply not solve itself Mister Sullivan, it must be nurtured. It must be stroked into eruption of its answer as if it was your very own member. It must be desired like a woman you want to make passionate love to, and then it will provide you with the answer.” Caplain…
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The Worm turns its ugly face towards the sun and grimaces with a distain unlike any it has felt before, then turns to the others and allows a stuttered breath to leave its lips. “We are going to bake in this weather if we don’t find some avenue of shelter, and if we bake, everyone…
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…“The colourisation used when highlighting the peaks of each mountain shows a hidden talent I had never expected to see in someone so void of talent. I’m impressed Jacob, BRAVO! BRAVO!” Fletcher spits with excited enthusiasm as he slaps his hands together in an almost rhythmic fashion. “I had chosen you to move on to…
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“I never spoke to anyone else about what you did, I swear, I told them what you wanted me to tell them and nothing else. I SWEAR!” Fergus spits with envious eyes through desperate lips. Nick smiles allows a stifled laugh to escape his throat, “I know it wasn’t you, that’s why you’re still breathing…
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bringing the beat back,the noise winds its way into the endless corridors of your ears,venturing forward without purpose,vibrating the inner workings,sewing seeds unsown,the symophonies sung to an endless song,we are,you arnt,your demonic smiles die,while the ground swallows you up,taking you home,for the rebirth of a soul long destroyed by decay,saliva dripping,blood letting,devin interventions,let it go,before…
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you spit on me,my favitroute friend,disgusted with my wickness,you play with my shit,disgused as a debt paid,full standsards met,reversal of nature,you asked for it,while the days ticked by,the sun dropped from the sky,devil in a red dress,as it fall to the ground,knee at my alter,swallow me,disgust me,as I desguse you,threaten my sainty,while my mind wanters…
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The last breath leaves Clifford’s body, and the room falls silent, as all eyes turn towards the floor, and nay the sound of those in attendance breathing is all that fills the room. But for Clifford, it is a whole different world that is thrust at his feet.He falls through the air at a rate…
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…He takes a long, deep drag upon the cigar, before pulling it free and blowing a waft of smoke across the room. “There was a time way back when, when I knew everyone’s name without even taking a moment to think. I could crack a dozen, and then another, and still have time to recite…
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“I can’t believe that’s what it truly is, I mean, if they’re real what else is?” he asks as he turns back and looks at the others in a perplexed manner. “Daddy said your imagination is only as strong as your belief, and if you believe enough, anything is possible.” Patrick rolls his eyes and…
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Trevor looks out over the golden hills and takes a gently sip on the warm cup of coffee that he cradles tightly in his hands. A flock of bird’s swim past in the bright blue sky, singing a song that you would believe was recorded in a studio, rather than being constructed before your eyes.…
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…“This signal you speak of, was it red or blue?” “What does the colour matter? All I know, is that I saw something regardless of its colour, isn’t that enough!” Devon spits through teeth clenched and broken. “The colour means EVERYTHING and MORE, even the end of days has a foretelling that is not lost…
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a labour of smite,the devils dog,woven in spaces taken in time,we delve,down in the broken wine,over the meadows of my mind,there sits a place not far,jaded in the memoeries of waht was,swollen in the symphonise of waht are,we see it,feel the flesh tear,turn me into the image,sweat sweet soiled images,hello from aboeve,I am no longer…
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dismayed by the dreams gone away,a mirror shit with shifted purpose,not a reflective surface but a spitting sheet,i abuse the face that looks at me,prove myself to the one who hates,a seeded vessle,waiting to flower,my betrayer,the deciveer,myself,a wicked way to burn,as sthe showdow of my own viasge,suffocateds to self,that was myself,take a look around,look at…
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…“A Shoe? Really?” Kevin says as he screws his face up with confusion. “Yup, a big old FUCKING shoe!” Conner says with a thrusting nod of his head, and a corny wink. “And why a shoe?” “Why not?” “You realise that’s not an answer, right?” Kevin asks as he rummages around his thick head of…
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…“He rostered us both on, just so he could revel in the uncomfortably, it’s that simple.” Sammy says through clenched teeth, as he casts a sideways glance towards Sonya. “You give that a-hole more credit than he deserves, he’s not some evil supervillain looking to extract his final revenge, he’s filling shifts with whoever can…
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…“Wednesday,” Jamie says quickly and without hesitation, bringing all eyes down upon him. “Are you sure?” Henry asks as he looks over his wire rimmed glasses. “I am positive,” he answers back. “Well,” Henry says with an exacerbated sigh as he leans back, places his glasses on the bench before him and kneads his Russ…
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we sell the soul that is not ours,a wisdom,lost in the hours upon hours,tomorrow,that was not,today was as is,silent,hopeless lost,a saint above,the sky opens up,warmth,glowing,filling my cup,the golden red,the sea within,let it flow,let this be my end…