ObituaryWhen they arrived on the scene, the pavement was damp as were the trees. The sky had been weeping. A sadness still hung over them, it seemed, as they cautiously approached the barely standing house. They made their way up the few creaky steps and ended up at the front door. A gentle push was all it took to make it open, and with that they stepped over the barrier between the outside world and her obsessive pains. One look around the old house was all it took to tell this woman was tormented. The walls were covered with drawing after drawing of one face - her love? Her pain. Her master. And each drawing had stains to accompany it looking muchObituary
F3So easy for you to kiss the lips of my demise,F3
Tube feed me your shit and blacken my eyes
Rupture my skin, mark me dead,
Drown me in the tears I've bled
Rape me of my concious mind,
My breathing confirmation of all things I fear,
Your synthetic little blow up doll for when she's not near.
Feel, fail, fall, repeat
Cradle me inside your hate,
Tuck me in, but it's too late
Your lies are my lullaby
Rocking me to sleep when I cry.
Caress me into a land where reality hides
Where I'm chosen to play Apathy's bride
Got me checking under my b
by ~melorah-viollet
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"I wanted to destroy something beautiful"
i'm not a writer...I just write. You were never meant to understand
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.he has.
.left us alone.
.but.
.shafts of light.
.sometimes grace.
.the corners of .
.our rooms.
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