All I am is dark, cold,
uncalled for bursts of rage,
for my soul has been sold,
my heart, captured and caged.
Each breath marks, dents the air,
as if pollution from a waste,
because I do not care,
if I own no face.
Ropes on chairs, vines and tares,
just to hold you close,
my tears plonder into your cares,
you are different to most.















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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
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"she was eatin' tootie fruities when her head exploded,
blood and brains and milk and rainbow painted the walls..."
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"she was eatin' tootie fruities when her head exploded,
blood and brains and milk and rainbow painted the walls..."
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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
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The cold sensation of steel, upon my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
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The cold sensation of steel, upon my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
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