

FickleI want to write a pretty verse, something concerning you. I have this buildup inside of me, and I eagerly yearn to expend it; in any way possible. Youre haunting my mental capabilities. I dare to ask, do I cause the same reaction in you? Everything reminds me of you. Like the lingering stench of death, you've infected all things in my life. I need to reproduce these feelings verbally. I have to find words written that relinquish this buildup. Its causing me dismay, but I enjoy it. This pain, this ineptitude caused by you leaves me euphoric. Your my drug, my addiction. To think that anyone else could do what you do is laFickle


Communication.Its confusing, this mental mockery overtaking me. I see no end in sight. I cannot navigate the wires that are over crossing. I cannot distinguish what it is that I really want, or need. I cannot feel anymore. Im either broken beyond belief of I have cleverly hidden away everything of mine that holds the possibility of causing dismay. Motivation has left, along with freedom and my sense of reasoning. I inquire the mumbling mind to please tell me its secrets. What am I dong here? Back and forth, a constant run between every single thought that Ive ever had. An overactive imagination in most cases, today however, its theCommunication.


My questionI want to fix you, to heal you. To take all of this shit away. I've become entranced by you again. This time I'm not sure if I can keep it all at bay. I think of a life in which your present, I'm troubled by almost all of your words. I dream of you, I feel you. You haunt my brain activity. "Now what," I ask. What am I to do with this curse?My question
Feelings will soon arise, Feelings that you wont feel back. Am I left to clean up this mess again?
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To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
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Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
loom but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years
finds, and shall find me, unafraid...
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Streching faces, melting clocks
Stomach knots, the spine it locks
Strangled by this fraying wire twisted sideways drifting higher
Round and round and around again
And to this night there is no end
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♥Now the blood is flowing
The body count is growing
I love the sound of the screams
So break it down
With the system blowing
And feel the sickness growing
It's like a fucking disease♥
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