The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
rose covered fields, hands open over the coffin shut, we dance to grieve the passing of ourselves, a kaleidoscope of unknown feelings cascading upon the last, breathing underwater as the world falls in upon itself, a gage to read insanity, a tell to show all, colours changing like a wave riding the tide, eyes blind …
twisted demise, sutures over wounds healed, we question when the answers are obvious, love the bad news, regret the new, my fist was full of hate, it found comfort in your face, we balance the many lies, trash talk to disguise, buried heads in sand, a card game without faces, the head of the table …
To Cut Out "What? Where are your words now?” “T-THIS ISN'T YOU MARIS, THIS ISN…” “Finally it’s all sinking in, have you just realised I am not the girl who gets your cock hard anymore!” “W-W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER YOU DEMONIC BITCH!” he bellows. She grins broadly, whipping her lips with her tongue. …
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The Skin We Live In “You’re fucked old boy, good a proper too. Why the hell would you try to accomplish something as stupid as what you just did? I thought you were brighter than that.” “F-F-Fuck YOU!” he spits as he grits his teeth and lets out an almighty cry of agony as he …
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Blades dance across the skin, take off my flesh and walk free without the weight of what is weigh me down... Matt Angelo takes a tentative step forward, only to meet its gaze with his own. “Nice doggy,” he says nervously as he holds his hands in the air. “I’ve been called many things over …
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leather trails along my hide, forsaken grimaces, illuminating wisdom, you cough and I relent, give back not take away, I was lonely when you came, I was lonelier when you stayed, a pocket protector without a pocket, somewhere different, something stale, yoga infused cum shots, masturbation is not denied, but pleasure cannot be made…
sickly sweet with a woven hoof, I lay down beneath the candle wreath, pleasantries aside you give to me, wayward glances lost in substance and abuse, caffeinated nightmares, tailored suits, platonic, electronic, manipulation complete, we wanted, we waited, destiny in a handbag, life incomplete…
I silently stood within this suit I call me and cradled the child I was as he disappeared inside, no warning or ignorance, no standing ovation or cheer, the adult that I am forgets or refuses to connect the dots of who I was to who I am, layered hate, flimsily forgetfulness, bathed in the …
Sanitation Of The Linage “W-W-We never meant for this to be the end. We never meant for what we did to be so c-c-c-catastrophic. We just wanted what was ours, and we thought we knew a way to make it so. We didn’t mean to hu-h-hurt you,” he says as he cradles Sarah’s bloody corpse …
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It's My Party “I-I-I, I understand, and if I was in your shoes I’m sure I’d be huddled in a hole somewhere crying myself to sleep every night. So please, don’t mistake my frustration for lack of understanding, that is far from the case, the fact you’re standing here and doing this with what you …
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