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[May. 15th, 2006|02:24 pm]
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what a strange suggestion to slip from under a pretty girl's lips they exclaim in horror and what a strangled sound it seems to make falling of her acidic tongue entangled with the pitfall of greed a tumour entrenched within a darkened sky mirrors the expression on her face and language dictates the rest.. o rest immovable thoughts of reslessness and bring my heart to it's final peace where i wish to lay to become renamed i beg to be guaranteed this peace and so i ask myself when my emotions run dry where has my body drifted to? where do my empty thoughts reside? i must admit i hate the world more than i had ever imagined i envy all the things i am deprived i want them more that i had grieved before and this greed brings me such strange fascination so ive learned that obsession is a like a poisoned flower when nuturted against it's will it grows into something more powerful that itself it becomes a weapon of destruction in it's entirety...but it cannot be helped it flourishes beauitfully and unaturally and draws a sea of eyes into it's breeding grounds the tapestry is so fragile the pieces are worn out and the remains of her smile are fading i am hungry for the truth about my condition about my beliefs and the worst suspicion of them all will this gift of satisfaction indeed satisfy me will this make me happy or will it propel itself into another form another body for that is hard to believe at this point is stifling and overpowering and reduces other tragedy to a single tear easily brushed aside ive become somewhat of a demon sometimes i hardly recognize myself. i hope this mean there is something seriously wrong with my mirror. |
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