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Drunk Catholic KidThree chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street their dirty heels bleeding. Oh your love for gang violence They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary you've lost You count since we can't compete with matyred saints we'll douse ourselves in gasoline and not hang our bodies from the lampposts We'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane Spill all the ink. No revisions. Hearing the church bells ringing for you Wake the outline with the shattered voice of the lives we lead. We have slept the night away between the bullet holes in aDrunk Catholic Kid
by ~quiochi
daybrookmelancholy got down my throat decide to close my eyes, and age, the while embraced, blissfuly inept, maybe bitter coffee, and bitter like life don't even take a breath the air is cut with cyanide flood barbed-wired skylinesdaybrook
keep it. maybe.
by ~quiochi
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Listless and FleetingSelf-made perceptions of security Course through my flaccid bodyListless and Fleeting
Giving me what I want
As I master the art of deception Surreal blackened reality looks beautiful
I have learned how to flaunt
Take me and lay me back Go through me One more added to the stack Changing that I see
Listless dreams Stagger with their dulled blade Dragging it across my contorted mind
Fleeting screams Dissect my feigned comfort Interrogating with a threatening speed
Push it down It's not real &nb
by ~alwayzdazd
Chasing the DreamerI ran the sun away with dusk-smeared knees and amber in my eyes. Only to find the moon a sliver of old, gray and bearded, whispering to me.Chasing the Dreamer
So I crossed its evening trails ‘til a breeze came nipping – the cool touch of morning a revelation to my skin. Beyond the willows on that waking day, I saw the dreamer; Her eyes awash in light.
In a fading stream of starlight, her motions suddenly bright. A cask withdrew in silence, As she stepped onto the turf. She knelt and poured the sky, forming brilliant blades of gra
by ~sticks
Suit Of ArmorFeelings shoved so deep inside Buried by bitter lies and hate She wore a suit of armor Behind that; her only place to hideSuit Of Armor
Years went by, as armor rusted Indented with painful reminders She lived with the face of a ghost Her shadow; she no longer trusted
Then he came and offered something more With tales of no more pain and tears She began to peel off layers of corrupted steel And cautiously opened the once locked door
Words spoken with such tender intensity Brought to life what had been long since dead She was told it was alri
by ~alwayzdazd
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- Favourite game: your mother, hah.
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- Personal Quote: you stupid fart chunk.
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
*beat ~quiochi with a broom*
have at you!@
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