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Tired| "As a vessel is known by the sound, whether it be cracked or not; so men are proved, by their speeches, whether they be wise or foolish." My words are who I am. I will never be more, nor less, than what they mean, and there will be no memory of me save in the truth from what I speak--for a wordless memory dies with the lame soul. Val |
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An Angel's Make UpThe brush dips poetically into the silver pool The bristles glisten gently in the candle light They glide in harmony across the fullness of her lips A translucent hint of charm to compliment her teethAn Angel's Make Up
Then to the manipulation, a jaded garnet so sweet To powder into the lashes of those mystic eyes So that blood lust is just a reflection of the light That all will muse over after tonight
On to deception and deviance A scent so tempting in the full moon's light Shimmering across the silken skin of her neck Every demon will follow the fire that she hides
by *TheDemosthenes
You Will Feel This OneYou open your eyes to the pressure of absolute darkness. It is a dark so heavy that you can taste it oozing through the cracks in your lips-bitter and cold, forsaken liquor. You want to open your mouth and scream, but the fear of suffocation catches it in your throat and you start to cough and sputter on your own anxiety. Panic wells up just beneath your breast, and as it pools, you begin to feel your own heartbeat ricocheting of your ribs. Faster, inconsistent, your heart races to escape to self created drugs of adrenaline. You begin to shiver, the cold of your terror and sweat soaking you to the bone. You contract; entangling limb with limbYou Will Feel This One
by *TheDemosthenes
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The name which I cannot call out I held closely
Counting with my fingers, I don't want tomorrow to disappear.
Hearing with blocked ears
The sound of a broken cradle.
The spring time will never come again
The crimson lotus is in bloom.
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The name which I cannot call out I held closely
Counting with my fingers, I don't want tomorrow to disappear.
Hearing with blocked ears
The sound of a broken cradle.
The spring time will never come again
The crimson lotus is in bloom.
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-Val
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