Welcome to Her Lair of HellishA pretty barista lies with coffee and sex on her breath. Mirrors don’t lie, but her sanity is only approximate. Little white pills trace an essence on her lips leaving white dust still dried upon her finger tips. Her head aches transfixed on the edge of a morning breakdown. She holds herself so carelessly as she still lies awake in bed. She stares at the sky as the clouds reflect off her grey, bloodshot eyes. So petty in their awakening. She’s nothing but a pretty prize. A vibrant trophy.Welcome to Her Lair of Hellish
Her euphoric eyes swelled and began to burn as cold, wet tears collect the mascara from her lashes. The awakening world then steps out from vie
Butterfly Hrtbeat And Sugar DrBehind your castle walls, I can hear your regrets. Such a broken rose of desert; your heart cries out. Stuck between gray and emotion, darkness and wonder, you feel consumed. In a domain of lost souls fighting devils and dust, youre caught in such a desperate act of vengeance. As your hand lifts, so does their mirage of beliefs and their unknowing of heartaches. Cupids demise seems to be draining your life out of focus. Subculture's bruise lied out before you.Butterfly Hrtbeat And Sugar Dr
You begin to fall in a downward spiral with such an ordinary madness. Cobalt illusions tip toe on the entangled knots wrapped ever so tightly in your mind. While you choke
Tied Innocence Under A Wave OfCan someone teach you how to drown? Lead you somewhere where breathing is impossible, and of unimportance. Where only air escapes you, and reality parts from dreaming. At this moment, you're feeling a tingling, almost numbing sensation. You can't catch yourself and your heart begins to slow and speed. Touch becomes an immortal feeling and you take in words like they're ecstasy pills. Allowing distortion to blur skin and atmosphere. Like a roller coaster of mixed emotions, but without breath.Tied Innocence Under A Wave Of
As you swallow your existence, you peer open your eyes to find yourself not struggling so hard to catch up. It becomes an unimportant task.
I believe alot of pple r fakeI've noticed a lot of things lately in my search to find my faith, and to gain some sort of stability in life. I heard it from a speaker, and I felt compeled to post his comment, and I don't doubt one bit that it isn't true with a lot of people.I believe alot of pple r fake
I believe that anymore a lot of people are fake. More highschoolers then anything. Just a group of people trying to fit in with one another, but most of which is based on lies, and a feeling of wanting to be popular in a sense. I don't think that anyone can tell me that they 'made up' something, or lied just to fit in with one a
Body ArtBare porous expanse of Pale skin and hairBody Art
Uniform smooth and plain The possibilities are endless
Blank white of an artist’s canvas Waiting to be given a personality
Stabbed with frozen needles Burning with rubbing alcohol
Cut, pierced, injected
Sliced, stretched, stapled Burned with hot iron
To leave a mark
A personality
White canvas stretched
Across sinew and nerves Covering blood vessels and veins Rippling over muscle and bone
Scarred and pitted with pores
How boring
i approve of your movie choices.
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Well, I can't not have a fucking signature.
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ummm "meow"?
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"Id Say you're amazing but your so much more"
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ummm "meow"?
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