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Dotting My Eyes
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XyrophiliaShe beckons and invites me. Her whispers so silent now drown out all sound. She teases me with the purity of moonbeams. They radiate from her body like the caresses of fallen angels longing to hear the voice of the god they once ripped from their hearts. I can touch her, but nothing more. She begs to consume me, but I am tangled in a knot of pleasure and fear. I long to give myself over to her completely and to retain control, yet I know the two cannot exist as one. To submit to her is to forget myself forever in her eternal embrace.Xyrophilia
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Rain Falls on AshesRain falls on ashes and turns them to clay My world is a desert of white black and gray Time laughs as it passes but won't wash away so tomorrow will see me as I am todayRain Falls on Ashes
A relic forgotten within my own tomb A derelict fetus in cold bitter womb A sad faded strand that has strayed from the loom and is lost on the floor of a soot-covered room
Fitting that I should succumb to this fate drowned in the cesspool I strived to create The hearts full of love that I taught how to hate now break as I dream and cry as I wake
My lust for beauty had become an obses
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UnwelcomeI find myself looking out at a vast unreality wondering whether I am departed in life or in sanity, though I pray that I am simply departed in consciousness. The world is a collection of silhouettes against a twilight sky, disappearing downward into a waist-deep field of mist. Frozen from movement in body or time I despair at the unwelcome beings of wisp and shadow before me. Or am I the unwelcome one? How am I to know? The expressionless fiends will not move. They will not and I can not. Whether by force or by forethought we trade our empty stares. WhetheUnwelcome
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- Current Residence: SE Texas
- Interests: anything that stimulates the mind and some things that destroy it. :)
- Favourite movie: Devil's Advocate
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- Favourite genre of music: rap, metal, and new age
- Favourite artist: Luis Royo and HR Giger
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- Favourite style of art: dark, twisted stuff and anything else that evokes emotion or provokes thought
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