I have gone for miles trying to catch your breathe
Lost left me
Lay death upon my chest
Trying to catch the demon that rolls rust
Timely
Unrest
And a phantoms tale swags
and it drags
and it drags
my face sags
And it sags and I’m sad
Because death waits for me
When after a week He is grunting Startled at the suck Of my body At the impossible of his luck He won’t know How easily we arrived here Playing beats in the half light Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today And I will again tonight Won’t know that I ruin love With the melody of men Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams
When after a week He is grunting Startled at the suck Of my body At the impossible of his luck He won’t know How easily we arrived here Playing beats in the half light Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today And I will again tonight Won’t know that I ruin love With the melody of men Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams
Chairs window pains and picture frames hold secrets ~~~ Misunderstood with tradition and verbs ~~~ Rifts creeks crevices and curves obey commands and surgically implant paranoia with bad words ~~~ I can see invisible people watching me hiding in the seams ~~~ While drums beat heavy from the rear of my twisted dreams
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Naturally it’s the thing I wear
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Everything is not always as beautiful as it may appear ~~~ I whisper truth to myself and pretend not to hear
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Till poetry becomes aggressive and lines become smeared ~~~ Time has no expiration date and statute of limitations don’t exsist
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Don’t ever get distracted it’s not always easy to resist
UPDATED 5/23/2023 It’s interesting the different response I got by changing the image and title. The words are the same but the image and title are different. It leads me to assume … This is a powerful image seen by many all over the world and holds a different meaning when read with the image. No one wanted to touch the comment section. Makes me curious??
"In this life or the next...I will find you" Monique [Last name redacted] was the average runaway child from an evil organization who constantly wiped away her past life. One day, her fate intertwined with that of Lee von Solari which led her to live out an extraordinary life on a world at the edge of the milky way galaxy. Soon she would have adventures while piecing back her fragmented memories only to discover that some of them were not her own. In a land vastly known for housing the "rejects" of other worlds, Monique uncovers the makings of Eridelium.
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