Roundhead
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“Like one of those roundabout animations. You know the ones I’m talking about, where you stick a heaps of sequential drawings together on the inside a cylinder and spin it around like the worlds going to go out of style and you get the illusion that whatever you drew moves,” the boy says nervously. “You’d…
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I’ve dissected every moment up until this point with cold silent reflection, calculated every lie I’ve ever told to find the trajectory of this moment here and still haven’t found any reason why I’m standing naked and alone in this room. Don’t even try to ask the question for it doesn’t matter what I was doing…
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It’s funny how pain can linger from the most insignificant injury, and disappear almost instantly when the injury is life threatening. I know you all silently agree, some of you even agreed out loud or even took the time to think about that scar you have somewhere hidden, or in plain sight that almost cost…
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Pulsating veins ebb with the life extending seed of oxygen, slowly suffocating our every breath with each beat of our diseased hearts, loathing to be more than a stain, destroying mirrors versions of who we see as our reflection, a cacophony of errors transcended by the darkness buried deep within your eyes, strive to be…
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As I sleep inside I die, a million times behind my eyes, nightmares that could never be real, images drawn with fevered hands, the darkness of night seals my sin, trapped by my own mind within, lies deceived by my own twisted insanity, an insanity fueled by burning razor blades slicing across my wrists, freeing…
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We hate to feel but wish to be, drugs designed to dull the pain as well as reality, we are the disease, our sickness it’s cure, feed the beast within its cage, lick the salt from inside her rage, tomorrow will hurt, today will be your birth, in a sea of blood, in a river…
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Foreshadowing realities birthed in the nothingness of a world lost in forever and today, the past of yesterday a figment of delusions wrapped in the tissue of flesh and muscle, we one, we are, the beast that hides inside your head is a greater threat than the one underneath your bed, for both are figments…
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I was a burning bush in a sea of disenchantment somehow locked within the bitterness of an endless yesterday that starved the life from my diseased bones, the fire was to be my freedom from the sins that were discarded around me like dying leaves falling from the pathetically bare arms of a shedding tree,…
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Nursery rhymes twisted in grimm outcomes beg all humankind to question ones own self loathing while criticizing the world around for all the injustices it brings upon us while we inevitably stir the pot with our own self unconfessed sexual desires that burn deep inside our groin, wishing to thrust our own bits and pieces…
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You give a moment of anxiety more guidance and pompous overture than you do to life as it passes you by at a rate you never realise until it’s too late, sacrificing everything for the demons that exist on the inside of your skull but have no real sharpe or consistency in the world that…
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He spoke of many things as the end twisted its vile hand towards him, words not all together meaningful in order of their context and placement, but when they sat separated before your eyes a theme of dissatisfaction and disappointment becomes clear, new sentences form with vigor and a passion unknown before, giving the true…
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Cross pollination of a sickness rooted in the core of everything I am, your pathetic existence is nothing more than a momentarily absent minute of my time, for the rottenness that pumps through my veins hungers for your taste, vile witness you will be, an ending void of emotion for the world will not mourn…
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Whispers in the darkness make a trail to the dead of endless torments, I forsake all and everything just to hear the words that never make sense, for I am more than you could ever think I would be, and as life slithers from your rotting corpse know that my hand may have held the…
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To be the infinity to your hopelessness gives me purpose in this world full of colour and light, to be that which sucks up your life so fleeting into my completeness that means so little to a withered vessel broken and ugly, perhaps a chance to dream glimmers in the night of what is never…
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You delivered your hate on my doorstep as if you were delivering a package of shattered glasses, there was no care in the words you chose only bitterness seeped in time and space, I had nothing to give back so I took your words and used them as the unending fuel that now burns my…
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A doorway in a moment of time where all was is, and forever is a nightmare threatening what lies in a tomorrow that cannot be for yesterday never existed, let my lightness burn all that ever saw anything but the blood on my hands, forgive the darkness that grows in me for it is not…
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He fumbles frantically with his phone as the silence of the world around him creates an uncomfortable eerily feeling. As the phone tumbles through his fingers and plummets towards the ground music blasts to life in his ears, breaking the silence like a brick through a window. “Shit!” He hisses through clenched teeth as he…
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It’s not me, it’s not my deeds you see, shattered dreams, whispered words, rivers of blood, seas of sin, it’s not me, it’s not my bitterness you see, in your head, through your eyes, beneath your bed, my sin continues to grow, it’s not me, it’s only my lie you see, shades of grey, slivers…
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Wretched is your design, life’s blisters run up your spine, the flesh of another beneath your nails, your words twisted within lies and fairy tales, sedating your hate in worthless bars, cover your flesh to hide the scars, you throw your weight, perpetuating your self hate, losing your battle, disenchanting the cattle, and as you drop…
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A facade in blood. A memory without moments. My sin it sinks in. Her words cut like a knife across my throat. A devil for the first day she said, an angel for the last. It was bitterness. It was hate. For thee who holds my hand, won’t sow my seed. The bitch. How broken…