* * *it's hard to explain these things...
Self Gratificationfeel the need an aching burning a thirst screaming to be quenched the desire a chill twisting down the spine shaking so slightly ever so slightly as it draws closeSelf Gratification
a cold edge hits a numb surface somewhere in the world someone screams the sudden burst of heat an explosion the shallow breathing the heat and pain the thin line between... ever so thin
suffocation blood swells to the mind vision is blurred the aching, burning thirst subsides the heat of numbness reigns
the river
No one will ever find meno one will ever know all i have to do is hide pretend that i was something pretend that it was nothing lie to myself over and over again over and over hurt myselfNo one will ever find me
be fast as you run out of time the hourglass is shattered grandfather clock gives its last gasps you\'ve been dying slowly all your life and now the world is catching up it\'s closing in on you and me implode
i can be here by myself and no one will ever find me no one has to know who they are
you don\'t really know yourself and you never
Beware the Holiday Gatheringstear-stained windows stared back into his face through his face to the colored lights on the wall behind to the family portrait with the lonely man in the red suit sitting, all smiling surrounded by well disguised strangers with time, the smile turns to grimace and the lonely man in red stumbles away knocking over the prickly greenBeware the Holiday Gatherings
decorated plastic lighted sparkled skeleton of something once meaningful
the tree an umbrella for the day's sole purpose the opening thanking and inevitable rejection to the garbage pile spreading like a wildfire in th
Mold You To Our Imperfectionsno one knows what to do with you no one knows what to say nothing is like it used to beMold You To Our Imperfections
everything will fall and crush you and you will build it up again
because we tell you to
we control all that you do the way you dress your Self but deep inside we idolize you so sad to watch you die in our hands
we destroy what we love seeing it through our green-envy eyes take the love away burn the goodness bury the saints
mute the singing bird blind the artist deafen the disciples
we love to violate you to
Agnostics PrayerThe PsychiatristIn the waiting room I patiently sit. Quite crowded in here but completely silent.The Psychiatrist
Out of date magazines fanned perfectly & untouched. Patients here, must not read all that much.
My name is called with a
"He's ready to see you." Don't see how this shrink
is superior to the last few.
Walk down the hallway,
To his stifling little office. Where I'm ready to undergo a complete analysis.
In comes the psychiatrist Hardly noticing my existence, pulls up a chair and gets straight down to business.
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the world will tear you apart, chew you up, and spit you out only to consume you again and restart the process
Im very dependant on others
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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~bitchyharem~bulgaria~ slytherin
First member of the ~ snapefanclub at DevArt.
Thanks for the comments.
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.Aspire.to.Reduce.
don't worry, we stand at the edge of infinity, i'll always be here for you. i love you julie, just be good, too many years to spend alone.
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god, be kind,
hand me a shovel,
and i'll dig my own grave.
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