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Published: 2004-09-26 19:15:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 147; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 11
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my brain...pounds against my skull...
throbbing...
aching...
my ears begin to explode...
and bleed.
you left your things...
articles of you,
strewn about...
like the bones of my sisters...
tossed,
discarded,
used,
abandoned.
reminders...
you call it...
through clenched teeth,
and pounding fists...
excitement drowns,
in a sea of hatrid...
it doesn't end.
it never stops.
you never cease.
night after night,
hour upon endless hour,
your fingers burn my flesh
my flesh melts,
beneath your iron hardness.
screaming out in pure agony,
smelling of utter defeat.
you hide me inside,
inside a fortress - a prison of walls.
a prison of flesh.
begging for deliverance,
praying for forgiveness,
hoping for abandonment.
my brain.
my brain pounds against my skull.
throbbing....
aching....
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Comments: 4
I always wondered what it would taste like..... this blood.. human decay.. its like some disgusting orgy of everything we were. I never called it beautiful... but I almost did. I wish it for everyone .. all is decrepit and gone to shit.. We might as well eat it too.
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the taste is indescribable. have i tasted? yes. have i been tasted? yes. my soul bleeds daily onto the alabaster flesh which houses it. my body aches to know the satisfaction and my mind is numb against all the lingers without. an orgy? without a doubt. disgusting? never!! and you're right. it is beautiful. its beautiful in every sense of the word. the way we hold onto it without any verification. i wish it for everyone as well. and most of all, i wish it for you.
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watching through piercing pools of crystal grey as the crowd devours one by one each other with forked tongues and flaming fingers
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"my flesh melts, beneath your iron hardness"...i love the wording of that. something could be such a weight that it melts your skin almost to the point where everything seems surreal, its almost as if one instinctively melts in order to take another form that will allow them to at least sort of feel real again. even when the weight seems to be from something or someone external its really from within i think, we are surely our greatest burden. hope this shit made sense.
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makes perfect sense, to me. while trying so hard to not be one of those people who lets the outside eat them alive- i became that very thing. metamorphising to something else everytime just in an attempt to become what i thought would be accepted. under the direction of someone on the external. but truly trying to quiet the one on the internal. greatest burden? <-- you bet we are!!!!
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