Live in tainted dreams my dearest stranger,
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Chaotic Cancer. Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5 | Draw your attention to the blood splattered on the ground but dont pause to see the words. Dash to get out from this rain.][/font] My dearest stranger, Here ive hidden inside a mind of wonder. I wish to share this world with you. Ive seen you hide beneth the rocky floor for way to long. My stranger you have seen no light. You have hidden beneth no darkness, you have seen no love or hate. My dear you have became a prestean creature filled with wonder. Allow our tainted words feul your passion for these days. Look over to a setting sun and watch that rising moon. Let this beauty ignite insparation for you wrath. My derest perfect stranger avange this undying desire. Avenge those in our midst. The ones with each breath a pain in their chest. Let us see our passion and our message not gone to waste. Yours truly, a figment of their imagaination. Dear Starnger, Your words intreague me. With our anger this world thrives. With our passion she breaths, with our death she grows. Let this breath not die inside our lips. Let this blood written graffity send a message to each small winking soul inside our darkness and deseption. This my sweet were words that weve gathered on blood stained lips. Its what weve seen and been and heared. Could we cast our minds to pityfill soldiers that bleed as we do? Are they also but a plaugue as we are? They are not homeless yet they are just as lost, just us hopeless as we are. My stranger you have yet to see meaning inside your life though it is there. I hide not between the light not between the dark nor in either. I am here waiting.. waiting for a glow. Can we return to a vindicated life if we remain as we are. If we remain... Perfect strangers Yours truly, The one with out her soul. |
Chaotic Cancer. Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5 | Imagine this if you will. One Plastic girl sat on the ground. A spotlight ironically set upon her glassy skin. her eyes bright blue with no emotion. Her knees are bent as akward as they can. Her lifeless body sent to the floor above the stage. The strings gleam in utter pretence. Thinking that they are invisible. The music starts, the curtains opened. Each thing danced to life, this show has commenced. [right]His face it gleams with joy no bitter remorse breaks these features he holds the small thin canes attached to the strngs he yanks on one and giggles as her hand pulls up. It slapps her face. Not leaving marks on dull plastic he dances her in an odd posed fashoin across the oak floor To make the kids laugh[/right]She prances along with not a thought dressed up in black bobby socks and slutty lace no games dose she play no sins does she partake noone thinks that she feels inside her mind she is real [right]He guesses her body is something other than a temple Its for him to violate and show off each lace seems to slip off as she finds the light dimming. In her bed again under the blankets her monster he is the feeling of jumping hearts as he takes her once more[/right]No heart beats beat no breath breathes no mind thinks in her small world she is dead a horrid corps willing no grave rests her soul no face can haunt her dreams no friends mourn her body placed in a game placed on a show place in hell with the devil the masquer [center]not a slut not a whore just a girl not ment for show. |
Chaotic Cancer. Killjoy Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5 | anyone have any ideas to make these better? |
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